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just telling me that he
always goes to his parents’ for the Holidays, which is rather sweet.”
    “Hey,
you should go with him so that you can see that side of his life,” Lily
suggested.
    “Lily,
you can’t just invite me to Nick’s parents’ for Christmas!” Shari exclaimed.
    “That’s
Lily for you. Always trying to arrange my life. Maybe it’s not a bad idea. My
parents won’t mind and my mother loves a big gathering. Unless you have other plans.”
He said to Shari, checking for a ring. “No husband. Boyfriend or parents
expecting you home?”
    “No husband,”
she agreed, waiting for the pang to come, but surprisingly felt none, “and my mother
is going to the Caribbean to visit family for Christmas.” Her dad had died
several years before.
    “Well,
come then. I’ll let my mother know. They have plenty of room now.”
    She was
tempted. It would definitely be good for the story if she could see Nick Badley
with his family.
    “You
don’t know anything about me,” she protested half-heartedly, giving him an out.
“I might be a jewel thief or…” she fumbled for another excuse.
    He
studied her, assessing the single pair of studs in her ears and her slender watch.
    “If
you’re a jewel thief, you certainly don’t flaunt the merchandise and, from your
reaction to my guests, I can tell that your name is fitting. My mother will
love you. So it’s settled. Just leave the camera guy behind. I don’t want the
faces of my family in the documentary.”
    “What
guests?” Lily asked. “Or do I want to know?”
    “You
don’t want to know,” Shari advised her. Lily looked more curious than ever but,
before she could open her mouth, Shari said: “OK, I’ll go. If your mother says
it’s OK.” She was beginning to get excited about the assignment for the first
time. It would be interesting to see another side of Nick Badley, if there was
one. 

Chapter 4
     
     
    “So what brings you to my suite, Lily?
Making sure that I don’t say anything to sully my image? I don’t suppose it can
get any worse. Or to make sure that I don’t come on to Shari?”
    “Really, Nick! We need to downplay that
bad boy image. It’s getting a bit out of control. Besides, we need to reach a
wider audience so you have to show your good side more.”
    There’s a good side? Shari wondered. 
    “Not that you’re doing badly now. “Moving
On”just jumped seven notches on Billboard and is poised to go to number
one and you have nearly one thousand more followers on Twitter than you did a
week ago. Speaking of which, you should tweet something today.”
    “Why don’t you tweet something? I don’t
have the time or the interest in tweeting. It’s bad enough that I can’t walk
down the street without someone in my face and now you expect me to tell them
my every thought as well?”
    “If you want to stay top of mind, you’ve
got to be present on the social media networks, Nick. Do you know how many followers
the Justins have and how much they tweet?”
    "No and I don’t care.” He was
getting tired of Lily’s constant badgering. “I’m not a pop star. I don’t need
to tweet every minute.”
    “Justins?” Shari interrupted cautiously.
    “Bieber and Timberlake,” Lily replied
impatiently, as if Shari should know that. “Rock stars are a dying breed,
Nick,” she warned.
    “Well, according to the charts and the
sold out concerts, we’re not dead yet,” Nick tossed back at her.
    Lily couldn’t argue with that.
    “Can we continue the interview?” Shari
asked Nick.
    “I've had enough." Nick said
abruptly, getting up. "I need some air." Disappearing into the
bedroom, he came out minutes later holding a pair of shoes, sunglasses, a cap
and one of his many leather jackets.
    He quickly put on his shoes and jacket
and started for the door, donning the sun glasses and pulling the cap down over
his forehead. Shari stared after him. That was it? After talking for only half
hour he was leaving to get air? She