Spread out across the floor of Eli’s room, the two had completely reworked her song, plus they’d fiddled around with another one. Now she had two pieces to add to her set list. It was the next best thing to writing something new, and it made her feel a little more legit. Like she actually belonged in this songwriter biz after all. It wasn’t long before they’d gotten hungry, so they’d ordered pizza from the Italian joint next door, which they paired with sodas from the hotel vending machine. Between the two of them, they downed forty-eight ounces of caffeinated sugar and a medium supreme hold the mushrooms. Lacy took one more nibble of her slice before she threw the crust into the box and shut the lid. With an exaggerated sigh, she fell back against the leg of the loveseat, hands on her belly. “I’m so stuffed, I may need to be rolled out of here.” Leaning against the bed across from her, Eli shrugged. “Or you could just stay.” She froze. What did that mean? Was it a come-on?
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