Am I?
No idea. But I’m ready for something.
Another pause.
Then he replies.
Come on out. We’ll talk.
The decision settles into my bones before my brain can overthink it.
I don’t tell Trent.
I don’t announce it.
I just book the flight.
If fame is a vampire, maybe Hammonton’s holy water.
And if my old buddy found something there worth giving up the chaos for?
Maybe I need to see it for myself.
Chapter Two
Hilary
So I’m on my way to my bestie’s baby shower and can I just say—what the actual hell is even going on here?
A couple of years ago, I didn’t even know Adrianna knew our resident hometown boy-made-good rockstar, Nathan Thorn.
Like, yeah, we all knew of him—Hammonton isn’t exactly that big—but suddenly he’s back in town and boom.
He sweeps her off her feet.
And then—because apparently my life is a romance novel I’m not the main character in—I find out this is a second chance romance.
A SECOND. CHANCE. ROMANCE.
Right under my nose.
“Holy fuck, Ad,” I remember saying. “Why all the secrets?”
But it wasn’t personal. I get that. I do.
Still… rude.
Especially because that is one of my favorite tropes.
So yeah, maybe I’m a little bit salty.
Okay, fine.
A lot salty.
But not really—because my best friend deserves her happily ever after. She deserves the rockstar, the grand gestures, the whole sweeping, cinematic love story.
I mean, at least someone I know is out here living the life I only read about, right?