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hot and I’m sure it’s beet red. “He told you.”
    “I wanted to make sure you got in safely. He was on his way to the store.”
    “You can have this room.” Nic opens the door to one of the bedrooms and places my suitcase on the stand set up near the bed.
    “I’ll be right next door.” He points to the adjoining room.
    Great. I wonder how soundproof the walls are. I really don’t want to hear his escapades through the night. And if it’s true what they say about him in the tabloids, there will be a lot of nightly escapades.
    “ The guys will be here in a few minutes. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the band.”
    “Maybe it’s a good time to talk about some of your expectations. B efore the other guys get here.”
    He nods and slides his hands in the pockets of his well-worn jeans. He’s also wearing an old Always Rayne T-shirt. It’s kind of funny seeing Nic Rayne wearing a T-shirt with a drawing of himself on the front of his shirt. I can see tattoos peeking out from his shirt sleeves.
    Nic’s got a great body. There’s no doubt about that. He’s tall and muscular. He fills out everything he wears very nicely.
    But he’s really not my type. He’s just so dark. And brooding. Maybe even slightly dangerous. Obviously rebellious. Not that I have much basis for comparison. I didn’t date much in high school. I dated Jackson all through college. If Nic had an opposite it would be Jackson.
    Jackson has blonde hair and blues eyes. He’s tall but thin. A runner. Very health conscious. Does everything he’s supposed to and is perfect in every way. Jackson was born to go to Harvard Law School and his parents made sure he never once deviated from that path. He never does anything to stray from his narrow upper middle-class upbringing.
    Something tells me Nic Rayne was not raised in the same way Jackson was. I’m not sure why but it’s a feeling I get when I’m around him. He’s got an edge to him that you don’t find in guys like Jackson. It makes me think that his upbringing was anything but typical.
    “If you really want to know what it’s like to be on the road with A lways Rayne—to be one of us—to know what our life is like, I expect you to be with me all day, every day.”
    I gulp. I guess that wasn’t really what I was expecting.
    “What wrong?”
    I shake my head. “Nothing.”
    “Don’t lie.”
    Nic’s expression is serious. How can he tell I’m lying? And it’s not really a lie. Just a little white one.
    “I’m not sure I’m the person for this job. I mean. Look at you.” I point at him. “And look at me.” I point to myself. “We’re so different.”
    He bites back a grin. I hate it when he does that. He comes across as so smug and arrogant. “At least you’re not wearing your hippy librarian clothes. This is definitely an improvement. Even if it is a little mismatched.”
    I look down at my ensemble. A beige and white checkered top paired with a blue mini skirt. The color combo might be a little off.
    “These aren’t even my own clothes,” I admit. “I borrowed then from my roommate.”
    “It’ll be fine.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    “You want to be a writer, don’t you?”
    I nod.
    “Then you’ve got to broaden your horizons a bit. Experience new things. Take risks. Be adventurous. Be like Nellie Bly.”
    “She took a seventy-two day trip around the world. I can bare ly wrap my head around this ten-day tour with the band. And she faked insanity in order to do an exposé on the treatment of patients in mental institutions. Being on tour with a band is insane enough for me. I’m definitely no Nellie Bly.”
    “She was a pioneer in investigative journalism. And you’ll be a pi oneer too. By embedding yourself with a rock band.”
    “It’s not exactly breaking new ground. Cameron Crowe wrote a mo vie about it. Almost Famous . It’s about a teenager who goes on the road with a rock band and writes about it for Rolling Stone .”
    “You’ll be the