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looked stung, because Max quickly shook his head. “I didn’t mean that like it sounded,” he amended. “I just meant—”
    Lark forced a smile. “It’s fine. I am ordinary. No big deal.”
    Max opened his mouth to dispute this, but suddenly all Lark wanted was to get away from there. She felt silly and out of place, which was ridiculous, since this was her house.

    Is it just me, or do you feel this way, too?
    I’m feeling so lost, like I don’t have a clue.
    Is it just me, thinking life’s not on my side?
    Is it just me, swimming against the tide?
    Lark scribbled the lyrics onto a fresh page in her songwriting journal, silently lamenting the smudged chocolate fingerprint Aidan had left in the bottom corner.
    She’d been locked in her room for nearly two hours now, and she had two good, solid verses to show for it. The page was dotted with notes, many of which she was sure would change a hundred times before she was through. She liked the melody for the most part, although she had a hunch it could be better. How exactly, she couldn’t say, but she knew the solution would come to her eventually. She was sure of it. The best songs were always elusive to begin with, hovering just out of reach, teasing her until finally the melody revealed itself in a flurry of sharps and flats, key changes and rests. Musical notes that hadn’t existed in precisely this order before would mysteriously come together, arranging themselves (with a little help from Lark) into a unique tune.
    This song had a much more pop-y feel than her usual compositions, which were country through and through. But the bridge was giving her trouble and she wasn’t sure where to go with it.
    â€œTime for an expert opinion,” she said aloud, putting down her guitar and reaching for her laptop. Minutes later she was listening to the mechanical singsong tones of a video call being placed, eagerly waiting for her father’s face to fill the blank screen.
    â€œHey there, darlin’,” came her dad’s voice through the computer speaker.
    â€œHey, Dad!” Lark peered closely at the screen and laughed. “What’s that you got on your face? Did y’all give up shavin’ or somethin’?”
    â€œAs a matter of fact, I did.” Her father chuckled and rubbed his scruffy chin. “Not by choice, though. It’s for the tour. The band thinks the ladies might prefer me this way. They say it makes me look dangerous.”
    Lark had to admit that the stubbly, five-o’clock shadow was an excellent look for her already handsome dad. It took a second before she realized what he’d just said.
    â€œWait.
Ladies? What
ladies?”
    To her father’s credit, he looked a little embarrassed. “Ya know . . . the female fans.”
    Lark wrinkled her nose in disgust. She didn’t like the idea of “ladies” having dangerous thoughts (or any other kind) about her dad. She knew her parents were almost officially divorced, but the thought of Jackson Campbell dating made it feel much too final. Dating
groupies
, no less!
    â€œWell, it looks real itchy,” Lark observed curtly. “I think you should get rid of it.”
    Her father, who knew her better than anyone, understood exactly what she was thinking. “Come on, now, Songbird,” he said gently. “We’ve been through this. Your mom and I aren’t getting back together.”
    â€œI know, I know.”
But that doesn’t mean I don’t hate it.
“Anyhow, I didn’t call to talk about your love life.”
    â€œWell, that’s good, because at the moment I don’t have one.” Jackson smiled. “So what’s up?”
    Lark’s reply was to play him her new song. When she got to the bridge, she shrugged. “I’m stuck. Any ideas?”
    They spent the next half hour working as a team, her father far away—where was he,