As the intro faded in, the DJ kept talking. “Exclusive WQXX piece of trivia for you. A little birdie informed me today that this song was penned by one of Atlanta’s very own, Eason Maxwell.” My head popped up. “If this one is anything to go by, he might be a name to keep an eye out for.” No sooner than he finished the last syllable did Levee and Henry’s sultry harmonies consume the summer air. They’d nailed the emotion of the song, and if I was being honest, it was a perfect fit for their voices. But that wasn’t why my mouth hung open. I swung my gaze to Bree. “A little birdie?” She hid her
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