She was still here.
Brody stared at the empty spot on the stage, where Tyler had just flounced off. He’d convinced himself that she’d be long gone, as he had. That there was nothing left for her here. It was how he’d been able to accept the hotel job without so much as blinking.
But there she was, exactly where she should be. It was a sucker punch to the gut. God. After all these years, she still left him breathless.
Someone slid into the seat next to him. “Well, if it isn’t the ghost of performances past.”
Mind reeling, Brody didn’t immediately process the voice. He turned his head, stared at the face with the curiously blank expression. Then his brain kicked into gear. The face was older—weren’t they all?—and a bit craggier than he remembered.
“Tucker.” Brody wanted to sm
