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think maybe you could help me in the kitchen for a minute? I will just die if it tastes like dirt.”
    She smiled and followed me into the kitchen. “I like your house. It’s so cozy. None of our houses look anything like this.”
    I wasn’t sure how to take that. Was she saying that our house was crap, or was she missing living a normal life. “So, what do they look like?”
    Her eyes got real big. “Don’t you watch Cribs on MTV?”
    “No. I haven’t watched that channel since I was in college. Once I met Colt, I just lost interest. It’s not exactly the kind of thing to watch with little kids around.”
    I handed her a spoon and let her taste one of the items I had made. She blew on it before putting it near her lips. “Wow. You did great. Zeke will love this.”
    “That is a relief. Do you like it?”
    She looked toward the doorway and then back to me. “What you made tastes good. Zeke is all about eating this way. If it were up to me, I’d have a hamburger and fries.”
    We both laughed together.
    “It must be crazy being married to someone famous. Do you mind me asking how you met?”
    She shook her head. “You know, I really thought you’d have checked us out online or something. Don’t you read magazines?”
    I felt embarrassed for buying those tabloids, so I didn’t bother sharing the things that I had learned about them. “I read Better Homes and Gardens.”
    “It’s probably a good thing. Some of those papers just like to cause drama. Half of the things you read in those articles aren’t true. In fact, I’m pretty sure that they cause most of Hollywood’s divorces.”
    I started thinking outside of the box, realizing how hard it must be. “So where are you originally from?”
    We sat down at the kitchen table. It was better than me having to go back into the other room with the guys.
    “I was born in Berlin and then my parents moved to America when I was two. My father started a small bakery and he and my mom still run it together in Richmond, Virginia.”
    “Have you been back to Berlin?”
    She tapped her fingers on the table. “Not until I married Zeke. We were the last of my family to come to the states, so we never had a reason to go back. My parents moved here for a better life.”
    “How did they feel when you married a rockstar?” I just had to know how her parents felt about her marrying someone so rough looking.
    She shrugged. “They stopped talking to me. Picture the most old fashioned parents in the world and multiply that times ten. Then you will have my parents. It wasn’t just the tattoos, or the piercings. I think they could have lived with that. It was the fact that he was married when I met him. My mother is very serious about her beliefs and extramarital affairs aren’t acceptable. I kept it a secret from them until I landed on the cover of one of those supermarket tabloids. My parents only spoke to me one time since they saw that picture and it was to tell me that I was no longer a part of their family.”
    I felt so sad for her. I could see the pain in her eyes. “That’s horrible. I’d do anything for my kids, no matter what.”
    “It’s fine. I’m used to it. Besides, I was the one who decided to live this life. The night I met Zeke, I wasn’t even supposed to be where I was. I lied to my parents so that I could sneak out to a concert with my girlfriends. I had no idea I was going to meet him.”
    I remembered reading about her meeting him in rehab. It was hard to wonder if she was telling the truth, or the tabloid. I held up my hands. “I’m not judging you, but were you like a groupie?”
    She laughed. “No way! Groupies are little sluts who just want to sleep with the band. I wasn’t promiscuous at all. In fact, I wasn’t very experienced. When I met Zeke, I was standing in the corner of the room, avoiding the drinking and drugs that were all around me. He took me up to the roof and we spent the rest of the night just talking.”
    “So, you got