I think I'd have preferred to find Genghis Khan staring back at me from across the café counter than Jisoo. I don't know — a Mongol horde versus Jisoo, tough call. Both were horrible in their own unique ways.

The lunchtime crowd had eased to a few determined patrons, settling in for the afternoon with their lattes and friends. It had been a busy day and Irene had been distracted, messing up orders. Not like her usual self at all. I'd sat her at a corner table with a pot of tea for a while. Then we'd gotten busy again. When I'd asked what was wrong she'd just waved me away. Eventually, I'd corner her.

And now here was Jisoo.

"We need to talk," she said. Her dark hair was tied back and her make-up minimal. There was none of the LA flashiness to her now. If anything, she seemed somber, subdued. Still just a touch smarmy, but hey, this was Jisoo after all. And what the hell was she doing here?

"Irene, is it okay if I take my break?" Jo was out back stocking shelves. She'd just come back from her break, making me due for mine. Irene nodded, giving Jisoo a covert evil eye. No matter what was going on with her, Irene was good people. She recognized a woman-stealing sea monster when she saw one.

Jisoo headed back outside with her nose in the air and I followed. The usual flow of city traffic cruised by. Overhead, the sky was clear blue, a perfect summer's day. I'd have felt more comfortable if nature had been about to dump a bucketload of rain on top of her perfect head, but it was not to be.

After a brief inspection of the surface, Jisoo perched on the edge of a bench. "Jimmy called me."

I sat down a little way away from her.

"Apparently he has to apologize to people as part of his rehab process." Perfectly manicured nails tapped at the wooden seat. "It wasn't much of an apology, actually. He told me I needed to come to Portland and clean up the shit I'd caused between you and Lisa."

She stared determinedly ahead. "Things aren't great between Ben and him. I love my brother. I don't want him on the outs with Lisa because of me."

"What do you expect me to do here, Jisoo?"

"I don't expect you to do anything for me. I just want you to listen." She ducked her chin, shut her eyes for a second. "I always figured I could get her back whenever I wanted. After she'd had a few years to calm down, of course. She never got to screw around, we were each other's first. So I just bided my time, let her sow all the wild oats. I was her one true love, right, no matter what I'd done? She was still out there playing those songs about me night after night, wearing our earring even after all those years …"

Traffic roared past, people chatted, but Jisoo and I were apart from it. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear this, but I soaked up every word anyway, desperate to understand.

"Turns out artists can be very sentimental." Her laughter sounded self-mocking. "It doesn't necessarily mean anything." She turned to me, eyes hard, hateful. "I think I was just a habit for her back then. She never gave up a damn thing for me. She sure as hell never moved cities to fit in with what I wanted."

"What do you mean?"

"She's got the album written, Jen. Apparently the new songs are brilliant. The best she's ever done. There's no reason she couldn't be in whatever studio she wanted putting it together, doing what she loves. Instead she's here, recording in some setup a few streets over. Because being close to you means more to her." She rocked forward, her smile harsh. "She's sold the Monterey house, bought a place here. I waited years for her to come back, to have time for me. For you she re-organizes everything in the blink of a fucking eye."

"I didn't know," I said, stunned.

"The band are all here. They're recording at a place called the Bent Basement."

"I've heard of it."

"If you're stupid enough to let her go then you deserve to be miserable for a very long time." The woman looked at me like she had firsthand experience with that situation. She stood, brushed off her hands. "That's me done."

Jisoo walked away. She disappeared among the crowds of mid-afternoon shoppers like she'd never been.

Lisa was recording in Portland. She'd said she was working on the new album. I hadn't imagined that meant actually recording here. Let alone buying a place.

Holy shit.

I stood and moved in the opposite direction to the one Jisoo had taken. First I walked, trying to figure out what I was doing, giving my brain a chance to catch up with me. Then I gave it up as a lost cause and ran, dodging pedestrians and café tables, parked cars and whatever. Faster and faster my Doc Martens books carried me. I found the Bent Basement two blocks over, situated down a flight of stairs, between a micro-brewery and an upmarket dress shop. I slapped my hands against the wood, pushed it open. The unassuming green door was unlocked. Speakers carried the strains of an almighty electric guitar solo through the dark painted rooms. Sam sat on a sofa, reading a magazine. For once his standard black suit was missing, and he wore slacks and a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt.

"Mrs Manoban." He smiled.

"Hi, Sam," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "You look very cool."

He winked at me. "Mrs other Manoban is in one of the sound booths at the moment, but if you go through that door there you'll be able to observe."

"Thanks, Sam. Good to see you again."

The thick door led to the soundboard setup. A man I didn't know sat behind it with headphones on. This setup left the small studio at Monterey in the dust. Through the window I could see Lisa playing, her eyes closed, enmeshed with the music. She too wore headphones.

"Hey," Jimmy said quietly. I hadn't realized the rest of them were behind me, lounging, waiting to take their turn.

"Hi, Jimmy."

He gave me a strained smile. His suit was gone. So were the pin-prick eyes. "It's good to see you here."

"Thanks." I didn't know what the etiquette was regarding rehab. Should I ask after his health or sweep the situation under the rug? "And thank you for calling Jisoo."

"She came to talk to you, huh? Good. I'm glad." He slid his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. "Least I could do. I'm sorry about our previous meetings, Jen. I was … not where I should have been. I hope we can move on from that."

Off the drugs, the similarities between him and Lisa were more pronounced. But his blue eyes and his smile didn't do to me the things Lisa's did. No one else's ever could. Not in five years, not in fifty. For the first time in a long time, I could accept that. I was good with it, even. The epiphanies seemed to be coming thick and fast today.

Jimmy waited patiently for me to come back from wherever I was and say something. When I didn't, he continued on. "I've never had a sister-in-law before."

"I've never had a brother-in-law."

"No? We're useful for all sorts of shit. Just you wait and see."

I smiled and he smiled back at me, far more relaxed this time.

Ben sat on the corner of a black leather lounge, talking with Jackson. Jackson tipped his chin at me and I did the same back. All Ben gave me was a worried look. He was still every bit as big and imposing, but he seemed more afraid of me than I was of him today. I nodded hello to him and he returned it, with a tight smile. After talking to Jisoo, I could understand a little better where he'd been coming from that night. We'd never be besties, but there would be peace for Lisa's sake.

The guitar solo cut off. I turned back to see Lisa watching me, pulling off her headphones. Then she lifted her guitar strap off over her head and headed for the connecting door.

"Hey," she said, coming toward me. "Everything okay?"

"Yes. Can we talk?"

"Sure." She ushered me back into the booth. "Won't be long, Ty."

The man at the board nodded and fiddled with some buttons, turning off the microphones, I assume. He didn't seem overly irritated with the interruption. Instruments and microphones were everywhere. The place was organized chaos. We stood in the corner, out of view of the rest.

"Jisoo came to see me," I said once she'd closed the door. She stood tall in front of me, blocking out everything else. I rested my back against the wall and looked up at her, still trying to catch my breath. My heart had been calming down after the sprint. Had been. But now she was here and she was so damn close. I put my hands behind my back before they started grabbing at her.

Lisa did the wrinkly brow thing. "Jisoo?"

"It's okay," I rushed on. "Well, you know, she was her usual self. But we talked."

"About what?"

"You two, mostly. She gave me some things to think about. Are you busy tonight?"

Her eyes widened slightly. "No. Would you like to do something?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I missed you this morning when I woke up, when I realized you'd gone. I've missed you a lot, the last month. I don't think I ever told you that."

She exhaled hard. "No … no, you haven't. I missed you too. I'm sorry I couldn't stay this morning."

"Another time."

"Definitely." She took a step closer 'til the toes of her boots touched mine. No one had ever been more welcome in my personal space. "I'd promised we'd start here early or I would have been there when you woke."

"You didn't tell me about the band recording here."

"We've had other things to deal with. I thought it could wait."

"Right. That makes sense." I stared at the wall beside me, trying to get my thoughts in order. After a whole lot of slow and painful, everything seemed to be happening at once.

"… About tonight, Jen?"

"Oh, I'm going to dinner at my parents'."

"Am I invited?"

"Yes," I said. "Yes, you are."

"Okay. Great."

"Did you actually buy a house here?"

"A three-bedroom condo a couple of blocks up. I figured it was close to your work and not too far from your school … you know, just in case." She studied my face. "Would you like to see it?"

"Wow." I changed the subject to buy some time. "Uh, Jimmy's looking well."

She smiled and put her hands either side of my head, closing the distance between us. "Yeah. He's doing good. Relocating up here is working out well for pretty much everyone. Seems I wasn't the only one ready for a break from all the fuckwittery in LA. Our playing's sharper than it's been in years. We're focusing on the important stuff again."

"That's great."

"Now, what did Jisoo say to you, baby?"

The endearment came accompanied by the warm old familiar feeling. I almost swayed, I was so grateful. "Well, we talked about you."

"I get that."

"I guess I'm still making sense of everything."

She nodded slowly, leaning in until our noses almost brushed. The perfect intimacy of it, the faint feel of her breath against my face. My need to get close to her had never disappeared. No matter how I'd tried to shut it down. Love and heartbreak made you breathtakingly stupid, desperate even. The things you'd try to tell yourself to make it through, hoping one day you'd believe it.

"Alright," she said. "Anything I can help you with?"

"No. I just wanted to check you were really here, I think."

"I'm here."

"Yes."

"That's not changing, Jennie."

"No. I think I get that now. I guess I can be a little slow sometimes picking up on these things. I just wasn't sure, you know, with everything's that happened. But I still love you." Apparently I was back to blurting crap out whenever it occurred to me. With Lisa though, it was okay. I was safe. "I do."

"I know, baby. The question is, when are you going to come back to me?"

"It's really big, you know? It hurt so much when it fell apart last time."

She nodded sadly. "You left me. I think that's about the worst fucking thing I've ever experienced."

"I had to go, but also … part of it was me wanting to hurt you like you'd hurt me, I think." I needed to hold her hand again, but I didn't feel like I could. "I don't want to be vindictive like that, not with you, not ever again."

"I said some horrible shit to you that night. Both of us were hurting. We're just going to have to forgive each other and let it go."

"You didn't write a song about it, did you?"

She looked away.

"No! Lisa," I said, aghast. "You can't. That was such a terrible night."

"On a scale of one to ten how pissed would you be exactly?"

"Where one is divorce?"

She moved her lower body closer, placing her feet between mine. There was no more than a hair's breadth between us. I'd never catch my breath at this rate. Never.

"No," she said, her voice soft. "You don't even remember us getting married, so divorce or annulment or what the fuck ever is not on. It never was. I just told the lawyers to keep looking busy for the last month while I figured things out. Did I forget to mention that?"

"Yeah, you did." I couldn't help but smile at that. "So what's one?"

"One is now. It's this, us living apart and being fucking miserable without each other."

"That is pretty horrible."

"It is," she agreed.

"Is the song a headliner or are you just going to shove it in somewhere and hope no one notices? It's just a B-side or something, right? Unlisted and hidden at the end?"

"Let's pretend we'd been talking about making one of the songs the name of the album."

"One of them? How much of this brilliant album I've been hearing about is going to be about us?"

"I love you."

"Lisa." I tried to maintain the mock angry but it didn't work. I didn't have the strength for it.

"Can you trust me?" She asked, her face suddenly serious. "I need you to trust me again. About more than just the songs. Seeing that worry in your eyes all the time is fucking killing me."

"I know." I frowned, knitting my fingers together behind my back. "I'm getting there. And I'll learn to deal with the songs. Really. Music is a big part of who you are and it's a huge compliment that you feel that strongly for me. I was mostly just teasing."

"I know. And they're not all about us splitting up."

"No?"

"No."

"That's good. I'm glad."

"Mm."

I licked my lips and her eyes tracked the movement. I waited for her to close the distance between us and kiss me. But she didn't and I didn't either. For some reason, it wasn't right to rush this. It should be perfect. Everything between us settled. No people waiting in the next room. Us being this close together, however, hearing the low rumble of her voice, I could have stayed there all day. But Irene would be wondering what the hell had happened to me. I also had a small errand to run before I returned.

"I'd better get back to work," I said.

"Right." She drew back, slowly. "What time would you like me to pick you up tonight?"

"Ah, seven?"

"Sounds good." A shadow passed over her face. "Do you think your parents will like me?"

I took a deep breath and let it go. "I don't know. It doesn't matter. I like you."

"You do?"

I nodded.

The light in her eyes was like the sun rising. My knees trembled and my heart quaked. It was powerful and beautiful and perfect.

"That's all that matters, then," she said.