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lure his jealous muse back.
    Lily had collected the plates and moved to the stove to dish up dinner. “Is anything important to you?” She handed him a plate full of food.
    “What?” he asked.
    “You say I’m enthusiastic, but it’s because food issues are important to me. Is there anything that’s important to you?”
    The fact that his muse had abandoned him and he couldn’t write songs for another album seemed kind of trivial compared to people not being able to eat every day. Sure, he cared in a general sense about a lot of the same issues most Americans did, but he didn’t have a pet issue that he actually did anything about. He’d just kind of drifted through life on music.
    “Music,” he said. “Music is important to me.”
    He’d spent his entire life skating by on first his dad’s money, then his own talent. Nobody had been more surprised than Jaxon when after years of goofing off as a child it turned out he could sing, and he took to instruments and music like the proverbial fish to water. As a teenager he’d been way too cocky to discover he could immerse himself in music and make it his life. That it brought with it money, fame, women, and stuff, only made it better.
    Until his muse had taken off without so much as a fuck you.
    Lily lifted a skeptical brow as she handed him a fork and headed for a table by the window. “What about it?”
    “Music is my life,” he said.
    ***
    Lily had chosen her dress because it was cool and comfortable. At least that’s what she told herself. The fact that it showed off her breasts and thighs may have been a not-so-subconscious nod to Summer’s suggestion of a fling.
    But as she sat down with Jaxon for dinner, she felt exposed. And ridiculous. She didn’t do this kind of thing. She didn’t throw herself at men whose sexual presence overshadowed everything else about them. Those men terrified her.
    Yet she sat across the table from one, watching him eat her ravioli and make extraordinarily sensual sounds of appreciation.
    “Oh my God, Lily, this is amazing,” he said. His groan reminded her of what she imagined good sex sounded like.
    She couldn’t say she recognized the sound since she was pretty sure she hadn’t experienced good sex. She’d had sex, but of the mediocre and disappointing variety. If she hadn’t read romance novels and listened to Summer go on and on about mind-blowing orgasms, Lily would have assumed sex to be a perfunctory act that women tolerated in order to…what? Now that she thought about it, what was the point of a relationship with a man if it wasn’t an equal partnership in every way, including satisfying sex? They didn’t live in medieval Europe where women were traded from father to husband like property; where women found their only economic security under the roof of one man or another in exchange for keeping his house, warming his bed, and bearing his spawn. She didn’t need a man to survive in life, so what did she want from one?
    “Glad you like it,” she said.
    Watching Jaxon inhale her raviolis, she appreciated his looks. Usually looks weren’t important to her. Okay, she did want desperately to run her hands through Jaxon’s wavy hair and stare into the mesmerizing depths of his blue eyes. She had difficulty not staring at his square jaw and pretty face. Glancing at his hands—strong, nimble, and wearing an assortment of leather and braided bracelets at his wrists—she acknowledged the clenching of her female parts at the thought of those hands on her—holding her hips as he plunged into her. But she still wanted all the same things she’d always wanted from a relationship—a smart, kind man with a conscience. Someone who would treat her as an equal partner. And gave her breathtaking orgasms. Was that so much to ask?
    Given her experience so far, apparently the answer was yes.
    So why not have a little fun like Summer said? Why not take a break from the same men she’d always gone for and try something