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In my darkest days, I found solace in the words of rock star god Noah Hart. He saw into my heart. And I saw into his. Even though we'd never met, I felt as if I knew the man behind the music. Then I met him. Noah isn't a wounded poet. He's a jerk. He's abrasive, cutting, and guarded as hell. He says people are selfish. He says we're only out for ourselves. He refuses to trust. He refuses to let anyone in. I'm supposed to be helping him write a song. I'm supposed to be his confidant. But the only time we connect is when we take to his bed.

Jane Walsh was the hardest-working talent agent in California. Even now, checking in on her previous client Elise, she was never far from her cellphone. At any time, it could buzz with another offer from a sponsor or another nervous breakdown from a client. It was nothing but tension and high stakes, balancing personalities both big and small. But in a place like Fairhaven Park, she thought she might be able to finally relax, if but for a week.