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rockets?”
    “‘Launched by Love’,” Bridget giggled. “I think the lyric went something like ‘Baby light my fuse, send my rocket to the stars, we’ll shake those blues, and make love on Mars. We’ll be launched by love.’”
    “High art,” Lily grinned.
    “Yeah well, I was thirteen. It wasn’t like I was looking for Shakespeare or something. Besides, they were so cute!”
    “I remember,” Lily said, and she did. Now that Bridget had jogged her memory, she recalled the pre-teen craze that had surrounded the band. With five adorable fifteen- and sixteen-year-olds shaking their leather-clad butts onstage and video, they’d pretty much been guaranteed a gaggle of screaming girls wherever they went.
    “I can’t believe Nate is that Nate MacIntyre.”
    “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize him!”
    “Well, it’s not like he was wearing leather pants when I met him,” Lily said dryly. “And he didn’t introduce himself as Nate MacIntyre, former boy band singer.”
    “Still. And don’t tell me you weren’t a fan. Everyone was a fan back then.”
    “I had their poster on my wall,” Lily admitted, “along with half my eighth grade class. But he doesn’t much look like a skinny teenager anymore.”
    “Oh, I know. He was featured on one of those famous people revisited programs on one of the music channels. You know, where they visit a musician or actor years after their fame fades to see what they’re doing now?”
    “I hate those shows,” Lily said with a grimace.
    “I know,” Bridget said. “I tried to get you to watch it with me because I’d heard he was going to be featured, but you refused.”
    “Well, it always seems so humiliating. They take a child star or burned-out musician and make them talk about their fall from grace. It’s awful.”
    “Well, if you’d watched it, you’d have known that he writes music for television and movies now and lives in the area. And whew, did he grow up fine!”
    “Tell me about it,” Lily said on a sigh, the image of strong biceps coming back to her in a Technicolor rush.
    “You’ve got a crush on a famous musician.” Bridget’s voice vibrated with laughter. “You’re practically a groupie!”
    “Oh bite me,” Lily muttered.
    “Can you get me his autograph?”
    “I’m hanging up on you now.”
    Bridget just laughed harder. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I have to go anyway. I’m going to be late for my surfing lesson.”
    “Surfing lessons?” Lily blinked, incredulous. “You can’t surf, you have no balance. You can’t even jog without falling on your face!”
    “Yeah, but you should see the instructor. Hubba, hubba.”
    “Of course,” Lily said, and shook her head. “Have fun, sweetie. Love you.”
    “Love you too. Get me an autograph!” Bridget let out a peal of laughter and hung up before Lily could retort.
    She clicked off with a smile then banged her fist on the desk with a mild curse. “Damn, I forgot to tell her about Max,” she muttered. She picked up the phone to dial Bridget’s hotel in Maui then let the receiver fall back into the cradle. It would only serve to stifle her good time if she knew Max was sniffing around.
    “It can wait,” she decided, and spun in her chair to fire up the computer. “But this can’t,” she muttered, and Googled Nate MacIntyre.

Chapter Four
     
    “I can’t believe I didn’t put it together sooner.”
    Lily let the box of books in her arms drop with a thump and turned to Charles. “Are you going to let this go?”
    “Lil, he’s famous. Famous. How can this not be freaking you out?”
    “Because we only have half the truck unloaded and it’s already,” she consulted her watch, “three thirty. We have to have the rental back by six or they’re going to charge me for another day.”
    “With what you’re saving in rent, you can afford it,” Charles muttered.
    Lily rolled her eyes and snatched the box of bed linens out of his hands. “Will you just go get another load