Be The One (Crave 2)

His smile turns into a laugh. “I am, too, but I don’t think anyone else is.”

“Have you heard whether he’s going to press charges?” That thought has been kicking around in the back of my mind and I hate to voice it but I need to know.

“No, he’s not. Tom contacted him, and we’ve made a cash settlement with him.”

“Oh . . . that’s good, I guess.”

“You sound surprised?”

“I just forget stuff like that happens. It’s not the world I live in anymore.”

“How involved in Lennon’s career were you?”

“Not really at all. When he was home, we were just like any couple hanging out and stuff. And when he was away, we kept in touch every day but he never really shared a lot about the tour or anything.” He looks surprised and I elaborate, “You know his band is nowhere near as successful as yours so that meant we were able to go places and do things without him being recognised very much. And back then I was working a lot, so there were often times when he was off the road and I was away.”

He still seems surprised. “What about dealing with the fans he did have? Were you involved in much of that? And how did you cope with the groupies?”

“Are you trying to work out how I’m going to cope with your groupies, Mr. Vaughn?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head. “No, but that does concern me.”

“In whether or not I’m going to become one of those jealous girlfriends?” Up until now, I’ve managed to pretty much stay off the press’s radar. A few photos of us have surfaced but the major magazines haven’t really picked them up yet.

His expression turns serious. “Yeah, I guess I do worry about that. I’ve seen friends in the business whose relationships break up over that kind of jealousy and I don’t want that to happen to us.”

I consider what he’s said and then answer him as honestly as I can. “Groupies don’t faze me too much; I know they are always going to be there, but I also believe you when you say you’re mine so unless that changes, I don’t see us having a problem.”

“Thank fuck,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.

The moment is intense; it’s like he needed to hear that, and it seems like I’ve helped lift a weight from his shoulders.

His gaze finally shifts when the waitress brings our drinks. She’s a different waitress and clearly recognises Jett because she gets all flustered and spills his drink all over him and the table. When she scurries off to get a cloth to clean up the mess, he grins at me and murmurs, “I bet she’s one of the million women around the world who would kill to have me losing my shit over a guy talking to her.”

I roll my eyes but have to laugh because I can’t hide it; his cockiness not only amuses me, it also turns me

way the hell on.

15

Jett

It’s been just over twenty-four hours since Presley arrived, and after a day off with her yesterday and a night out with everyone last night, I’m ready to face this interview today. Tom’s assured us it will be a friendly interview but I’m not holding my breath. We were all over the news again yesterday due to the woman who cried rape, crying again to the media. Everyone wants a piece of you in this industry, so I’m sure the interview will hold many opportunities for us to get screwed over.

“You good?” Presley asks as we walk into the hotel room for the interview.

My arm is around her shoulders and I stop her and put both arms around her. Kissing her and winking, I say, “Yeah, I’m good. I promise I’ll behave.”

“I’m always worried when you say you’ll behave; it kind of implies there was a possibility you weren’t going to.”

God, she makes me feel good. Laughing, I tease her, “Well, with you in the room, anything’s a possibility.”

“Wait, you want me in here while you do the interview? I thought I’d wait outside.”

“Hell no, I want you in here where I can see you. You calm me and I need to be calmed at the moment.”

She places her palm against my cheek and gives me one of her soft looks that tells me how much she cares for me; it’s the kind of look I would pay good money to get from her. “I’m not going anywhere then,” she says softly.

“Jett!”