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with a glimmer of excitement; that’s where she’d planned to stay when she’d been looking at adventures to take. It must have been really big—she couldn’t believe she could see it from so far away.
    The driver remained silent as they drove. When they pulled up at a gated community, she watched as he spoke to a guard who nodded and let them drive on. They drove for a few more minutes and then smoothly glided up the driveway of a beautiful home with lush gardens and more tall gates. Charlotte felt a little out of her depth for the first time in many years as she surveyed the huge house where Jack appeared to live. How had she gotten herself into this? Here she was, about to move in with a man she’d barely spent more than a few hours with. He’d made no secret of the fact that he didn’t like her, and he thought she was just here to spend his money, which he had to endure to further his own career.
    There hadn’t been any sign that Jack found her remotely attractive, either, although she was certain he’d looked down her shirt when she’d waved her boobs at him and joked about his name on the contract. At least he’d smiled at her joke; he wasn’t completely devoid of a sense of humour. He’d signed the letter to her the same way, so there was hope for them, yet. She didn’t want much—just to not have to live with someone who hated her.
    The door opened suddenly and she was shocked out of her thoughts. The driver held the door open without looking at her. “Thank you,” she said. He nodded and held out his hand to indicate she should go to the front door.
    The strong, silent type. I wonder if I’m meant to tip him.
    As she approached the enormous house, the door opened. A woman welcomed her by name and ushered her inside, and Charlotte followed her down a long hallway decorated with photos of the ocean.
    He lives in the desert, but apparently loves the ocean.
    “Miss Shipton is here, Mr. Fawkner.”
    “Thank you Mrs. Jones. That will be all.”
    Mrs. Jones turned and left without even a nod in her direction. Charlotte watched her go and then looked at Jack. “Have you employed the Stepford family to look after you?” she asked.
    “Nice to see you haven’t lost your sassy mouth,” he raised his eyebrows and indicated for her to sit on the couch opposite his. Not wanting him to think he could tell her what to do, she instead flopped into the single chair to his left. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. “How was the move?”
    Charlotte wasted no time launching into her tirade. “Why didn’t you tell me you lived in Vegas?”
    “You didn’t ask.” His lips quirked a little as he answered her and stared directly into her eyes. He willed his eyes not to drop to her mouth.
    “You knew I didn’t know, though.”
    “I didn’t know, but I guessed. Your agent should have checked, anyway, before agreeing to anything. It’s his job to look out for you. Now you know why I didn’t want to move. I’m all set up here and it’s a great place to make contacts.”
    “You live in the desert so you can make contacts? Wouldn’t you be better off in LA for that?”
    “Nope. I have all the contacts in LA I’ll ever need. I don’t want to act, anymore; I want to make music.”
    “Oh, that’s right: you’re determined to become a rock god.” He glanced at her sharply, but she didn’t seem to be making fun as she stared out the window to the backyard. “You have a pool.”
    “Yes. Vegas is hot in the summer and a pool is a necessity.”
    Silence fell between them as Charlotte swung her head back to look at him.
    He looks as uncomfortable as I feel.
    Not wanting the awkwardness to continue, she said, “Are you going to give me the tour?”
    “No. Mrs. Jones can show you around later; I’m going out to the studio for a bit. Make yourself at home.” He stood and headed toward the door to the pool, but Charlotte jumped up and beat him to it. She stood in front of him with her back to the