CHAPTER 55

"That thing you wanted me to keep an eye out for? I"ve got a lead on it," Jacob says over the phone as I shift out of my car at the studio the next day. "Four bedrooms. Ocean view. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Don"t drool on your shoes." I shake my head as I grab the front door and head inside. Shane waves at me, and I nod. "Get the realtor to chase it down for me." "Done. Long as I get first dibs on bedrooms." I"ve been saving for a place on the beach. My plan is to get my surgery, fix my hand, and get back to my album in warm weather—no more cold winters that make my hand feel useless and broken. But that"s not the only reason for my upbeat mood. I could chalk it up to my surgery coming up soon, but it"s not that. It"s the time I"m spending with Emily, but also creatively, helping Shane. Hell, I even started work with the songs Zeke sent me, though I"m not about to admit it until I go back to LA. Which I