this long-haired man was Callum, the mysterious bass player whose online presence consisted of an article or two without so much as a quote from him. He allowed Iris to kiss each of his cheeks, and they spoke quietly to each other. She squeezed his arm and got in his face. My muscles tensed, prepared to pull her away from him, but he laughed and then she did too. When Iris turned around, she met my gaze, her eyes more lively than I’d seen since we first met. She was happy to be here, ready to make music with her band. She pointed at me, and her boys took note. “This wall of a man is Ronan. He
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