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did he mean ... with me ?
    What was even more disconcerting was my reaction to that thought literally caused my insides to flip over and strength to leech from my legs. I held onto the doorframe and was suddenly short of breath. This was ... not a comfortable feeling. He seemed to be still deliberating. What? I wasn’t hot enough? Too bitchy? Too plain Jane? Who was I kidding? My hair wasn’t brown, it was ... mousy. Even the highlights Jazz had persuaded me to put in were dull.
    I gritted my teeth. Wait, I didn’t want to do anything with him anyway. I had gone from semi-calm to nerves stretched taut over a razor’s edge in the blink of an eye. Ugh. This was exactly why I didn’t do this type of thing. Crushes, guys, whatever.
    “Out with it,” I finally said with exasperation.
    He grinned at my tone, seemingly oblivious to the internal meltdown I’d just had. “You are so ...” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “Never mind. Ok, look. Here’s the thing. I’m scared someone’s going to recognize me. I have no food in the house, that’s why I came out for a burger tonight. But I don’t think I should go to the grocery store. So ... I was wondering ... hoping ... I could pay you to do that for me?”
    I couldn’t work out if that was actual buzzing in my ears or if it was so damned quiet it was deafening. He didn’t want to come in, he wanted to pay me to shop for him?
    He waited patiently, a hopeful, if slightly worried expression on his gorgeous face. Thank God I’d always been a good poker player. Of course he didn’t want to come in. What on God’s green earth had even given me that idea? He had been nothing more than friendly since I’d first allowed him back in to eat his dinner.
    I looked around at the worn house I was struggling to fix up. I should say yes, but in reality there was no way I was taking money from him for going to the grocery store where I went anyway.
    I shook my head. “You don’t have to pay me. I go anyway, I don’t mind getting a few things for you.”
    “Thank you for agreeing,” he said, letting out a long breath. “I will pay you though, the same that I pay my assistant in Cali.” He looked at me carefully, “Just so there’s no ... confusion.”
    “Confusion? Oh!” Mortification found me again for the umpteenth time that night. This time with an ounce of extra humiliation just for kicks. Aaargh! I hated this guy! What did Jazz see in him anyway? I drew myself up to my full five-foot-six frame and squinted at him. “Let me re-iterate what I said earlier tonight.” I wasn’t sure, but I might have stomped my foot. Sometimes I couldn’t control it. “I think fame may have gone a little bit to your head.”
    He shrugged and pursed his lips. “Well, in the same sentence you also said I looked like God’s gift to humanity.”
    “Aargh, that doesn’t mean I lust after you.” My cheeks throbbed with heat.
    “Yes, you have made that patently clear,” Jack argued back, his voice rising and his body leaning dangerously close to mine as he suddenly seemed to tower over me. His green eyes were even more mesmerizing up close.
    “Keep your voice down,” I hissed at him, furtively glancing over to Mrs. Weaton’s house. She rented the small cottage in front that was part of the Butler estate. Another one who had too much to say about my business, although I loved her dearly. Jack rocked back on his heels, his hands still in his pockets, and took a deep breath.
    “I guess I’m just making sure by asking you to help me, I’m not taking advantage of you. I’ve been burned, okay? Try not to take it as an insult, but as more of a show of respect for you and your time.” He pursed his lips, and then let out a puff of air, like he was about to say more. “Look, forget it. Forget I asked.” He turned to go.
    I leaped forward and grabbed his arm, turning him back to face me. “Ok. I’ll do it.”
    “Don’t worry about it.” I couldn’t tell whether he