The next few months flew by for everyone else. But, to me, it seemed to drag. I went through the motions of the day, playing gigs with my band, shopping for clothes for stage and for the trip, but I was secretly looking over my shoulder, waiting for Logan, hoping beyond all hope that he would come walking through the door.

"What's up?" Noah asked after our band rehearsal one night. We were leaving for our tour in just a few days, so I pushed the thought of Logan out of my mind ...