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care of you.”
    Through the blinding pain, he laughed. “You will?”
    She swung up and kneeled over him, nipples teasing his chest. “’Course, sweetie. It’s the least I can do after you did double duty.”
    “You came again?” A first. But he’d have to remember the technique so he could give her double pleasure again.
    “Oh, yes.” She kissed his nose. “I’ll get you a cold cloth and some pain reliever.”
    Her smile was worth the pounding he took.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Jilly squeezed Danny’s hand as they neared the manager’s office. “I’m so nervous.”
    “Don’t be.” He swung his arm around her. “We’re in this together. Remember?”
    A grin quirked her lips. “Yeah.” His tenderness through the night had touched her. His promises thrilled her. Yet part of her still held back, unsure. “I’ll be glad when this is over.” One way or the other.
    He paused outside the door marked Nate Hale, Manager . He pecked her lips. “For luck.”
    “We don’t need it. We have talent.” If she only believed it.
    When he threw open the door, she stepped through it with the aplomb of a star. The receptionist looked up and cocked a tweezed brow. “Yes?”
    He jingled the change in his pocket. A sure sign of his worked-up nerves. “We’re here to see Mr. Hale.”
    The woman’s head bobbed. “And you are?”
    “Jilly Jones and Danny O’Malley.” He winked at Jilly.
    So gallant, putting her ahead of him. Mr. Hale would never remember her.
    The receptionist waved them away. “Take a seat please.”
    “Isn’t he here?” Jilly asked.
    “Yes,” the woman said, bordering on a sneer. “But he’s already with someone. You’ll have to wait your turn.”
    Jilly stole a peek at the opaque glass insert in Mr. Hale’s office door. A silhouette moved, blurred but distinct enough to see a woman. An unhappy woman, judging by her gestures. Their voices rose and fell, subdued anger evident.
    Great. Put Mr. Hale in a wonderful mood . She sighed as she perched on the edge of a chair.
    Waiting. The worst torture in the world. She wished she hadn’t worn a short skirt. Danny insisted it would help convince Mr. Hale. Not the kind of fame she sought, but she went along. Momma always said to pick and choose which battles she most wanted to win. This didn’t rank high enough. And she wanted to please her honey.
    Poor thing. His left eye still swollen like his bottom lip, he showed real determination. Mr. Hale might take one look at him and laugh them both out of his office.
    The door swung open. “You can go fuck yourself! You’ll never fuck me again.” Lace turned, halted at seeing them together, then seethed, “Assholes. You deserve each other.” Looking like she’d just swallowed a glass of bad moonshine, Lace stomped out.
    The secretary rose. “I’ll let Mr. Hale know you’re here.” It took about three seconds for her to return. “He’ll see you now.”
    Behind his desk, Mr. Hale rubbed his forehead. “Come in. I was about to call you.” He gestured toward the two chairs facing his desk, then caught sight of Danny’s face. “What the hell happened to you?”
    “A disagreement with a door.” He waited for Jilly to sit. “Why were you going to call?”
    With a heavy breath, Mr. Hale leaned his elbows on his desk. “I just fired Lace.”
    “Great,” he said, cheerfully.
    Mr. Hale’s laugh sounded soulless. “You think so?”
    “Yes. Because I have a partner. Jilly.”
    At Mr. Hale’s glance, Jilly straightened, an attempt to appear perky. The man didn’t seem impressed.
    “The show starts in five hours,” Hale said.
    “Right. Our set’s only twenty minutes. Jilly and I have sung together for years, so all we need’s a quick run-through.”
    Hale rocked his chair back. “With all due respect, Jilly, I’ve heard you speak.”
    She waited for him to explain further. When he didn’t, she prompted, “Yes?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t remember your singing voice as any