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bags. They looked disturbingly small, considering how long she was going to be away from home. Her personal belongings had been packed into two suitcases and a carry-on that she would be living out of for the next three months.
    Her costumes and instruments were already packed on the plane. Her beloved guitars had been taken from her arms and were now part of the Grind Tour freight. It bothered her to not have her babies where she could see them. She longed to hold her Taylor acoustic. It would soothe her nerves to play it.
    Although she knew she should be trying to sleep, Elizabeth was simply too unsettled to lie down. Every day this week had brought completely new experiences to her; at times it had been overwhelming. The long train ride home each day had been her time to examine and process her thoughts and calm herself. Jane and Charlotte had seemed to understand, sitting quietly on the train beside her.
    But today had been different. Perhaps it was the performance for Slurry or the video shoot, but today the train ride had not been enough to quiet her mind. She was a wild mixture of emotions inside: excitement and pleasure being periodically dampened by a swirl of fear, worry, and anger.
    A hiss escaped from her chest as she remembered again her conversation with Darcy. Arrogant prick! First the jerk stared at her throughout the whole concert, so much so that even Charlotte noticed it from the other side of the room, then he came down on her because he didn’t know she sang? What the hell was his problem? She clenched her teeth together as his brooding face appeared before her eyes.
    Jane entered the room through the open door, sat on the bed, and said in a singsong voice, “I know what you’re thinking.”
    Elizabeth exhaled in an annoyed snort, then grinned. She was grateful that Jane understood her so well. “What did I ever do to him?” she asked with genuine curiosity mixed with the annoyance in her voice.
    Jane shrugged. “Charles said he is just uncomfortable around strangers,” she replied kindly as her hand absently played with her hair.
    Elizabeth let go of her anger and switched tracks in her mind. She smiled at Jane. “You and Charles seem to be spending quite a bit of time together. Tell me about him.”
    Jane’s forehead creased in thought. “You have been there every time we’ve met,” she paused, and then grinned, “except the first time.”
    “And when you two picked up lunch for everyone on Wednesday, and the tour of the studio he gave you on Tuesday, and…”
    “All right!” Jane conceded Elizabeth’s point with a smile. “We have been talking, but it’s not like we have been sharing any big secrets. He is just so nice and charming. I really like being around him.”
    “And he’s cute,” Elizabeth teased.
    “Oh, he’s gorgeous! What do you mean cute?” Jane objected playfully. “Lizzy, he is so beautiful,” she moaned wistfully. “But so far, he has just been friendly around me, that’s all.”
    Elizabeth did her best “worried mother” impression. “Oh-ho! You’ll see. Just wait. He’s waiting till he can get you alone on the tour. Then he’s going to sully you and leave you desperate and ruined on the side of the road!”
    Elizabeth and Jane laughed at the very idea. Then Elizabeth grew quiet and looked at her sister thoughtfully. “Be careful, Jane,” Elizabeth said quietly. “You tend to see only the good in people. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
    Jane hugged her sister tightly. “No one is going to get hurt! Nothing is going to happen between Charles and me, Lizzy. He is a famous rock star and who am I?” She released Elizabeth to look in her face. “Besides, we have each other, you, me, and Charlotte. We’re going to look out for each other and have a wonderful time. Right?”
    Elizabeth nodded. “Right. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “’Night, Lizzy,” Jane said softly as she left the room.
    Elizabeth crawled into her bed. She forced