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she was worse off than he expected. She’d become a
carnivore again. Worry for her set in. “Carlie, babe, what are you doing to
yourself?” he said to himself, knowing she couldn’t hear him.
    He
quickly sent an email to his maid, Rosalia , to come and
stock his house with fresh vegetables and a variety of fruit, Carlie’s favorite
foods. When he finished the list, he hit send. Rosa would take care of her
broken heart for now.
    Next,
he sent a quick email to his family’s team of lawyers, giving the name of the
magazine and the photographer. He detailed precise instructions to buy the
photo rights at whatever cost, including orders to blackball the sleaze from
being able to photograph a grain of salt, even if he had to buy the magazine
himself. All streaming links, all magazine stands, and any copies left he
wanted bought and in his lawyer’s possession to be burned. His personal lawyer
replied and promised to have the situation taken care of by the time he
returned to the states.
    He
sighed in relief and dialed Jordan. The little shit let the call go to
voicemail. “Jordan, I’m not mad that you opened up my home to Carlie, but damn
you could’ve told me. I trust you to keep her privacy to the two of us. I’ll
keep track of her from over here until my return. You keep the hound dogs off
her scent.” He hit end and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
    Outside,
the guys pounded on the door. He ran his hand through his hair, slid his laptop
back into the carry case and left the room.
    “Fuck
man. Took you long enough.”
    “Suck
me, Shea. Now that you have permanent pussy you’ve become as pansy ass as
Garrick.”
    “Don’t
hate. One day you’ll be in the spot we’re in and won’t be complaining, trust me
on that.”
    “Says
the man who buys tampons and Midol for his woman.”
    “Nothing
wrong with taking care of my girl. Besides, having a woman by your side day and
night means less masturbating and limitless fucking. Get with the program.”
Garrick winked.
    “So
where are we headed?”
    “A
spot to stay out of trouble for a few hours and just relax.”
    “We
decide what to do tomorrow?” Jackson leaned back in his seat. “No more throwing
my ass under the bus with random shit.”
    “C’mon,
taking front stage didn’t kill you. The ladies loved it. You know you have the
pipes to sing. Don’t know why you hide behind that guitar. Besides when was the
last time you played piano?”
    Jackson
lowered his eyelids into slits. “Piano was a lifetime ago my friend. Let me
play my bass and compose in peace. Just because I like to write ballads doesn’t
mean I want to perform them. Now let me take over Depraved Indifference.”
    “Damn.
Don’t go all pussy on me. Just good to know if I fall sick you can take over
vocals for the show, but DIis all
me. Good try.”
    Jackson
shrugged. “How are we getting into this private party?”
    “I
was given directions to the Special Ops Forces compound. One of the SF guys we
met at lunch will be waiting at the gate to let us in.”
    “I
was expecting like a cool code or some BS to tell people back home when they
ask what we did on downtime.”
    “Dude,
we’re doing what we normally do on downtime. Relaxing and hanging out with some
bad ass fuckers.”
    “ Hooah .” During their walk, Garrick practiced saying the
word making Jackson crack up. He followed his friends for a night out in the
country full of debauchery or some shit kicking fun.
     
    * * * *
     
    Morning,
came too soon, reminding Jackson that they were due to board a helo for a meet and greet. Hung over and sleep deprived, he
rounded up the guys to make the trek back to their lodgings. Their night out
left them without time to grab a bite or a cup of coffee at the chow hall.
    Instead,
they stopped off in the wagon wheel, the section on base holding the barber
shop, Taco Bell and Burger King for some instant crap, paid,
and dragged ass to the meeting spot.
    They
arrived a short flight later to