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answer.
    Jackson
noticed she didn’t have a plate loaded with food, but a pen, pad of paper and
digital camcorder. “Need me to get the rest of the band?”
    “There
are dozens of band interviews and podcasts but the only ones of you available
on tape or quoted are drunken, boasting womanizing behavior and crude words.”
    “Well,
ma’am, seems you already know all there is about me, so let me get my bro’s and
you can—”
    “I
wasn’t finished speaking, merely pausing for a moment. What I’m, what women are
really interested in is why you act like a tool when there is clearly so much
more to you than you let on.”
    Jackson
fought the tic in his jaw and tamed it. He cut her questioning off with a cool
gaze and leaned over the table. “What women want is my dick, at every signing,
at every concert, when I’m off tour, eating with the band or friends at a
restaurant or any other public venue. There is no escape. I give them what they
want—an illusion and nothing else. I don’t have the time or energy to let them
steal another piece of me.”
    “What
happened to the teenage heartthrob who ran five star restaurants and cared more
about his family than leaving it behind for the rock star life?”
    Her
knowledge of him showed she did her homework. “That heartthrob grew the fuck
up, still runs five star restaurants and lives, breathes and rocks the rock star
life. I never do shit halfway, sweetheart.”
    The
tension around them was palpable. The others he was enjoying lunch with weren’t
amused with her tactics of extracting information. He noticed she outranked
them and guessed at their silence. No matter, he could handle a little thing
like her. Big brown eyes with a compact body and hair he could fist his hands
in. Her plump mouth would fit nicely around his dick while he was punching in
her mouth, effectively shutting her up. With what was going on with Garrick’s
sister, he didn’t need a man basher venting her anger on him. “So have you
always been a man basher?” Her sudden intake of breath pleased him. She did
call him a tool for that he’d give her what she assumed.
    She
scoffed. “I’ve been a fan of your music for years. Sue me if I want to know
what makes the man hiding behind a mask tick. Don’t get your boxers in a twist.
I won’t publish anything you don’t want known.”
    “Darlin’
I don’t wear boxers but thanks for the worry. Publish what you want, I’ve never
given a rat’s ass about the media, I won’t begin now.” They hadn’t respected
his need for privacy after the deaths of his grandmother and mother. He
promised himself he wouldn’t allow them to see the important aspects of his
life. Instead he played into what they wanted to see. The woman beside him was
smart. He could nearly see the gears turn in her head as she focused to find
common ground.
    “How
is Garrick handling the media flurry centered around his sister?”
    “That
topic of conversation is closed. He doesn’t know and we, the band, want him
left in the dark until we’re headed home.” He leveled his gaze on her brooking
no argument.
    “All
right, he won’t hear a thing from me. See, there is more to you than you let on.”
    “If
you got a firsthand view of his temper you’d want to preserve your sanity and
patience.” He let his gaze drift over her immaculate hair and makeup.
    “One
more personal question.” She put the tip of the pen in her mouth. After raking
her gaze down him once again, she leaned away from his personal space. Her
shrewd eyes not missing a thing.
    Jackson
sighed. “Shoot.”
    “I
read an article saying you quit cooking but never explained why.”
    She
hit him with a question he didn’t see coming a mile away. He saw genuine curiosity
in her eyes and decided to answer her question truthfully. She deserved an
honest answer for the years of service she’d put in. Any other woman he’d have
carted off and fucked to shut her up, reporter or not. A male, he’d