“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...