Gwen had finally started to relax a bit. There had been nothing further from the stalker, making her hope that maybe the man had given up. “Liam” had vanished without a trace. After the show in Nashville, Lucas was complaining as Gwen walked him to the lobby to sign autographs. “‘Music City,’ and I bet that club wasn’t half full.” “It wasn’t so bad,” she said. “They loved you.” “Yeah, all twenty of them.” “I counted at least thirty,” Gwen deadpanned. “More if you count the waitresses and the bartender.” “Thanks. Thanks bunches.” “Happy to help. Besides, I thought everybody in Nashville liked country.” “It’s never been this bad before.” By then they’d reached the lobby, and his performing mask fell into place and Gwen took up position nearby. In the green room afterward, the party consisted mostly of the crew and a couple of local music execs, the noise down from a dull roar to a murmur.
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