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It was no surprise to Trent that Monica called; he was just surprised that it took her almost three days to do it. By then, Trent and Bree had begun to settle into a routine of sorts. He spent much of the day exploring the market for starting a new accounting firm in Nashville and went to see her play her gigs at night. They’d eaten breakfast together each morning and dinner together every night, and he could see himself fitting into her world, especially when she was on stage, playing her heart out, and he was sitting on the front row, cheering her on. Then, Monica called, crying, and Trent was forced to rethink everything. Not because he was considering getting back together with her but because Monica was so demanding. “What are you thinking, Trent? You can’t possibly think this will