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place? She drew in a deep breath and lifted her head, forcing a smile. “Yes?” She met his gorgeous teal gaze. The muscles in his jaw tightened.
    “I’ve been thinking, the last couple days… Things have been going pretty fast with us.”
    Her fake smile made her cheeks ache, so she let it go and nodded. “Yeah.” Her grip on her purse tightened. As soon as he said the words, she was outta here.
    “And it’s been a while since I was in a relationship.”
    Just say it, already!
    “But I’m not freaked out. That’s how I know what we have is pretty special.”
    It took a moment for the words to sink in, then hope soared. “Uh…yeah. I think so, too.”
    Blake took a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never done this before.” He held his hand out to her, palm up. She stared at the key resting there, her brain not processing.
    “It’s to my condo.”

Chapter Four

    After two months, Mandy still couldn’t quite believe she was in a relationship with Blake Hawley. Although, most of the time she forgot that he was Blake Hawley, the rock star, and just thought of him as her boyfriend Blake.
    Blake, her boyfriend. And really, he was everything a woman could want in a boyfriend—considerate, affectionate, hot, wealthy and a demon in the sack. Just thinking about it made her wet.
    Concentrate, Mandy! The sooner she finished what she was doing, the sooner she could go to Blake’s place. He’d promised to cook for her—he was a really good cook—and when she’d called to tell him she’d be late, he’d said something about a bubble bath.
    Thinking of wet, slippery Blake was not conducive to work. She pushed it out of her mind and focused on the press release she was putting together. She’d managed to book The Shit Kickers, an up-and-coming local band, for the charity picnic, and for the past months had been arranging different forms of media exposure with the hope of boosting ticket sales.
      A few minutes later, she pushed her chair back from the desk and stretched. Two more weeks and it would be over, and she could return to regular working hours. No more late nights, and lots more time to spend with Blake.
    Speaking of… She picked up her cell and hit the speed dial then shut down the computer while the phone rang.
    “Hey, babe. You on your way home?” As usual, she tingled all over at the sound of his mellow voice.
    “I’m just about to leave. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Do you need me to pick anything up?”
    “Nah, we’re good. I’ll see you soon.”
    Mandy disconnected and picked up her purse. It hadn’t escaped her that she and Blake were becoming the epitome of domesticity.
    She was only a few blocks from Blake’s place when her cell rang, Karen’s name flashing up on the display.
    “Yo,” she said, riding a wave of buoyancy. Karen laughed.
    “Yo to you too. In a good mood, are we?”
    “Yeah. Work done for the day and on my way to a home-cooked meal and some hot lovin’.”
    “Hot lovin’? Really?” Amusement rang in Karen’s voice as Mandy pulled up in front of Blake’s condo.
    “Yep. And don’t you laugh at me, when we both know you have some hot lovin’ on the cards for tonight too.” She turned off the engine and grabbed her purse, but stayed in her seat.
    “Touché,” Karen conceded. “Anyway, the reason I called was to make sure you got me and Daniel tickets to your fundraiser. Daniel promised to write a big cheque, but we want to come to the picnic too. He likes scoping crowds for inspiration.” Daniel was the internationally renowned sculptor Crogan.
    “Yep, I’ve got tickets for you both. I thought you could come with me and Blake, share a picnic.”
    Silence.
    “Karen? You there?”
    “I’m here.” Karen’s tone was even, and she spoke slowly. “So, Blake said he’d come to the picnic?”
    Mandy blinked. “Well…not in so many words, but he knows I have to go. I guess I just assumed he’d come too. He’s my boyfriend after