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Chapter 10

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The ride back was quiet, but not the good kind. It wasn't peaceful or reflective.

Mason’s jaw was tight, his eyes flicking from the road to his phone like he was trying to solve a puzzle mid-drive.

“Sorry for that,” he muttered, breaking the silence.

“For what?”

“The mood shift. I didn’t mean to react like that. I just…can't help it sometimes.”

I glanced at him. “Is everything okay?”

He hesitated. “Someone’s trying to leak one of my songs. An unreleased track I planned to surprise fans with on tour.”

My brows lifted. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. My manager just called. He got tipped off by a music blogger.” His hand flexed around the wheel. “We’re trying to figure out how to stop it. That song…it's personal.”

I reached out and gently touched his arm. “I’m sorry, Mason.”

He offered a tight smile. “Thank you. This kind of thing happens now and then.?”

We didn’t say much after that. The silence lingered, stretching between us.

He pulled to a smooth stop in front of my building, the hum of the en
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    The ride back was quiet, but not the good kind. It wasn't peaceful or reflective. Mason’s jaw was tight, his eyes flicking from the road to his phone like he was trying to solve a puzzle mid-drive.“Sorry for that,” he muttered, breaking the silence.“For what?”“The mood shift. I didn’t mean to react like that. I just…can't help it sometimes.”I glanced at him. “Is everything okay?”He hesitated. “Someone’s trying to leak one of my songs. An unreleased track I planned to surprise fans with on tour.”My brows lifted. “Seriously?”“Yeah. My manager just called. He got tipped off by a music blogger.” His hand flexed around the wheel. “We’re trying to figure out how to stop it. That song…it's personal.”I reached out and gently touched his arm. “I’m sorry, Mason.”He offered a tight smile. “Thank you. This kind of thing happens now and then.?”We didn’t say much after that. The silence lingered, stretching between us.He pulled to a smooth stop in front of my building, the hum of the en

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