you’re still cute.”
“Interesting. I still think you’re a diva . . .” He leaned in, his gaze locked on hers. “But you’re pretty cute yourself.”
Audrey laughed, but she also blushed. She blushed . Jack had no doubt someone was telling her how damned sexy she was on a fairly constant basis, but she blushed like a young girl. And when she blushed, she looked so damned appealing that Jack had the urge to kiss her. A strong, extremely volatile urge, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was looking at him like she wouldn’t mind it at all.
There was probably no end to the number of men and women alike who wanted to kiss her, and if there was one thing that was fairly clear to him in his short association with her Frantic tour, she didn’t need that from him. Nevertheless, he wanted to take her in his arms in the worst way, to feel her body against his, to taste her lips . . .
Audrey tilted her head back and smiled in a way that suggested she knew what effect she had on him. Fortunately, Jack was stronger than his testosterone and winked. “Later, twinkle toes,” he said, and walked away, aware that she was gaping at his back with surprise and, knowing her, righteous indignation. He chuckled to himself.
But that blushing smile of hers stayed in his mind’s eye the rest of the night and long after.
Jack had learned long ago that when a woman started to slip under your skin, the best remedy for getting her out was work. He’d stayed up to oversee the loading of the tour buses, and the ten semis that hauled the stage and equipment, and in doing so, saw Courtney and Randy engaged in a very passionate good-bye in the parking lot just before dawn.
He got only a couple of hours of sleep before he was back again the next morning with Ted, inspecting the bags to go into the cargo hold of Audrey’s bus, when Courtney came looking for him, dressed in a racy halter dress she’d worn all night.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, pressing up against his side.
“Good morning, Courtney. You’re up early this morning,” he said as he moved away from her.
“What makes you think I got up instead of got in?” she asked with a wink. “Hey, you disappeared last night!” she said, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “Where’d you go?”
“I had work to do. Is there something you need?”
“No . . . but there is something I want,” she purred, then frowned a little. “But right now, Audrey wants you, too,” she said as she slyly touched his hip. “She’s at the hotel.”
He sighed and shifted his weight away from her hand. “Please tell Audrey I’m busy at the moment but I will talk to her before we leave for Minneapolis.”
“I think you need to come,” Courtney said with a subtle wink.
“Courtney—”
“There was a delivery for her this morning,” Courtney continued. “She got another letter. And a bad review,” she added with a slight roll of her eyes. “You would think the world had ended.”
“Another letter?” Jack asked, missing the remark about the review.
“Mmm-hmm,” Courtney said as her gaze skirted over him. “With a box of chocolates.”
“Tell her I’ll be right up.”
“ Right up? Can’t entice you to a detour?” Courtney asked with a seductive smile.
Jack put his hand firmly on her shoulder and turned her around. “No detours,” he said, and gave her a nudge instead of a boot, which, for a moment, he seriously contemplated doing.
He felt a rumble of concern. “I’ll check in with you later,” he said to Ted, and started for the hotel.
Nine
In the hotel, Audrey had surrounded herself with Lucas and anyone else who could form a shield between her and any lunatics lurking in the halls at that very moment.
She was seated at a table, mindlessly autographing a stack of photos to be mailed out through her fan club, but her mind was on the chocolates and the note that the bellboy had delivered early this morning. As Lucas was digging through the box in
“Interesting. I still think you’re a diva . . .” He leaned in, his gaze locked on hers. “But you’re pretty cute yourself.”
Audrey laughed, but she also blushed. She blushed . Jack had no doubt someone was telling her how damned sexy she was on a fairly constant basis, but she blushed like a young girl. And when she blushed, she looked so damned appealing that Jack had the urge to kiss her. A strong, extremely volatile urge, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was looking at him like she wouldn’t mind it at all.
There was probably no end to the number of men and women alike who wanted to kiss her, and if there was one thing that was fairly clear to him in his short association with her Frantic tour, she didn’t need that from him. Nevertheless, he wanted to take her in his arms in the worst way, to feel her body against his, to taste her lips . . .
Audrey tilted her head back and smiled in a way that suggested she knew what effect she had on him. Fortunately, Jack was stronger than his testosterone and winked. “Later, twinkle toes,” he said, and walked away, aware that she was gaping at his back with surprise and, knowing her, righteous indignation. He chuckled to himself.
But that blushing smile of hers stayed in his mind’s eye the rest of the night and long after.
Jack had learned long ago that when a woman started to slip under your skin, the best remedy for getting her out was work. He’d stayed up to oversee the loading of the tour buses, and the ten semis that hauled the stage and equipment, and in doing so, saw Courtney and Randy engaged in a very passionate good-bye in the parking lot just before dawn.
He got only a couple of hours of sleep before he was back again the next morning with Ted, inspecting the bags to go into the cargo hold of Audrey’s bus, when Courtney came looking for him, dressed in a racy halter dress she’d worn all night.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, pressing up against his side.
“Good morning, Courtney. You’re up early this morning,” he said as he moved away from her.
“What makes you think I got up instead of got in?” she asked with a wink. “Hey, you disappeared last night!” she said, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “Where’d you go?”
“I had work to do. Is there something you need?”
“No . . . but there is something I want,” she purred, then frowned a little. “But right now, Audrey wants you, too,” she said as she slyly touched his hip. “She’s at the hotel.”
He sighed and shifted his weight away from her hand. “Please tell Audrey I’m busy at the moment but I will talk to her before we leave for Minneapolis.”
“I think you need to come,” Courtney said with a subtle wink.
“Courtney—”
“There was a delivery for her this morning,” Courtney continued. “She got another letter. And a bad review,” she added with a slight roll of her eyes. “You would think the world had ended.”
“Another letter?” Jack asked, missing the remark about the review.
“Mmm-hmm,” Courtney said as her gaze skirted over him. “With a box of chocolates.”
“Tell her I’ll be right up.”
“ Right up? Can’t entice you to a detour?” Courtney asked with a seductive smile.
Jack put his hand firmly on her shoulder and turned her around. “No detours,” he said, and gave her a nudge instead of a boot, which, for a moment, he seriously contemplated doing.
He felt a rumble of concern. “I’ll check in with you later,” he said to Ted, and started for the hotel.
Nine
In the hotel, Audrey had surrounded herself with Lucas and anyone else who could form a shield between her and any lunatics lurking in the halls at that very moment.
She was seated at a table, mindlessly autographing a stack of photos to be mailed out through her fan club, but her mind was on the chocolates and the note that the bellboy had delivered early this morning. As Lucas was digging through the box in
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