ZaneA headache that felt a hell of a lot like someone had run me over with a semi-truck set up camp near my temple just above my ear. The pounding was so intense I wanted to take a hammer to my head just so it would end."Hey there, sleepy head!" The woman hovering above me winked as my blurry vision focused in on her. "The surgery went fantastic, no hiccups, though we aren't sure of any side effects until we keep you for the next week, alright?""Alright." I answered."Good!" She blinked or winked. "Your speech sounds good, why don't you tell me your name and what you do?""Zane Andrews," I frowned. "And I'm..." My brain tugged at the information like I was in a fog. "Amazing?"She burst out laughing. "Try again.""I sing." My lips moved ahead before the memory could pull. "Saint." Memories of concerts assaulted me, arriving in Seaside. "Girls throw their bras in my face, and I sign boobs for a living - I'm recording my album." Details were still fuzzy, but they were there,

FallonI spent a week by his side in the hospital. We played poker with marshmallows as our cash, and he wrote music - beautiful music about second chances and falling in love twice.His album was finished. Complete.Will stopped by a few times but seemed stressed every single time he was in the room. His phone never stopped ringing, and his eyes had dark circles beneath them.The last time I saw him, Lincoln was huddled with him in the corner apologizing about his sister, I wasn't sure what that meant, but when I brought it up later to Demetri, he cursed for a good five minutes before briefly explaining that Lincoln's sister Angelica was Satan in female form.Lincoln didn't agree, but he didn't deny it either.Slowly, Zane started gaining more and more of his memory back, but only pieces and most of them were only tiny pieces of me.I think the low point was when he remembered my dad's name was Bill and my mom was Stella and then proceeded to ask my dad about hunting.He rem

ZaneI was leaving in two days.I had two days left at Seaside.I didn't want to leave - but what choice did I have? Everyone here had a life, and now that I was no longer running away from mine, it was stupid to stay.Right?The guys understood.But they weren't happy about it.I'd completely forgotten that I had a hotel room in the Seaside Resort until Will called to remind me to go grab all of my shit before they sold it on eBay.I sent another text to Fallon as I made my way over to the resort.Still nothing.I missed her.It hurt.But the connection I knew I should have with her - wasn't there, unless I was kissing her, talking to her. And she'd shut down. The person she was before surgery no longer existed because the person I'd been to her... was gone.I didn't know how to get us back.I wanted to try, but I was afraid she was right, afraid she'd resent me if we never got back to the place we needed to be.Was that what I was doing? Leaving because I was afraid?

FallonEventually, I would get over the fear that it wasn't real - I was probably driving Zane completely insane.I kept staring at him.Wanting to pinch myself.I felt so giddy I almost skipped into the resort office. Instead, I ran, tossed my keys onto the table, and left.My boss yelled.I didn't care.Zane was waiting for me outside the resort. The moon shone over the clear water; the storm had passed through.I grabbed his hand and stared up at the stars. "It was a good night.""The best," he whispered, wrapping an arm around me.While I'd been busy quitting my job, he had been busy texting everyone about a late night bonfire in celebration of getting most of his short-term memory back.He even invited my parents.I was already bracing myself for the crying from my mom and the celebratory slaps on the back from dad."Wait!" Zane stopped and then winked. "As much as I'd love to go down to that beach with you, we have a problem."I frowned while my stomach dropped. "

BOOK THREE: STEALWillZane was back. Thank God.His memory. His snarky weird-ass attitude and love for all things sugary and sticky.At least that problem had solved itself.And now I was back in Seaside, where Hollywood single rockstars and actors go to die-also known as the place where every single one of my clients end up in love, married, or with kids.My gut twisted.I twirled the stick between my hands over the fire. I was exhausted.I love my job.I love my job.I love my job.I freaking hated my job.I was thirty, and I wanted to retire.I was an agent, partially because I was good at it, partially because when my boy band broke up, I didn't really have a choice. I needed a purpose, and it was easy to go into the business side of things.I had an ear for talent.I loved managing musicians.I loathed actors.I wanted to strangle them with my bare hands, give them a little shake, then take them for a long drowning swim in the ocean."You look like hell." Linc