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work. You always did spend too much time
thinking. Give us a chance and see where we go. All I can say is I learned my
lesson the hard way. All these years without you has been a tough price to pay
but it’s taught me what’s important, and it’s you.”
    “You can’t
just come strolling back in and expect everything to be the same you know?”
    “I know. I
don’t expect it to be.” He pulled her tight into him and felt her nipples press
hard against his chest. Her little intake of breath made his cock tighten. “It
will be even better, I swear.”

Chapter Six
    Even after
two weeks of watching Jackson perform most nights, she didn’t tire of seeing
him on stage. In between searching for a studio and negotiating contracts with
several up and coming bands, he spent most of his time at the bar with her.
Hell, he’d practically moved in. He was weirdly domesticated and had spent his
spare time tidying up the apartment and even pitched in with the club
sometimes. Jackson had always been a good guy and a hard worker but she’d never
expected him to be happy doing the dishes or pulling pints.
    But it
seemed he thrived on it. Jackson charmed the staff and the customers loved him
even when he wasn’t performing. The bar had never been busier and she knew it
was down to him. Soon she’d be financially stable and able to hire some more
staff to help, therefore taking some of the burden off her.
    Because,
in spite of everything, she couldn’t depend on Jackson. For one, it wasn’t
fair. He had his own job, but also she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe
he’d stick around. It all seemed too easy, too perfect. They had slipped back
into each other’s lives as if they’d never been apart but with the maturity to
handle whatever came their way. Doubt pricked at Jazz. This kind of good luck
didn’t happen to her.
    Jackson
caught her eye from behind the bar and winked at her. She experienced the usual
flutter of excitement in her belly when she considered she’d get Jackson Wilde
all to herself in a few hours. They made love like teenagers, though they’d
both learned a thing or two which made it more exciting.
    Snatching
some glasses from a busy table, she pushed past the crowds and paused to admire
the band on stage. They reminded her of Jackson and his band. Jackson has just
started working with them and from what she could tell, they’d be big. The
crowd were already begging for more.
    When she swept
past Jackson and he let his hand slide along her ass, she knew she’d be begging
for more soon enough too. She dumped the glasses in the kitchen and came back
out to see Jackson talking with a guy in a suit. She frowned. No one wore suits
to the club. Her stomach twisted. Was it a council guy?
    They hadn’t
heard anything else from Environmental Health after Jackson sent him packing so
she’d assumed his threats had been enough.
    Jackson
spotted her and signalled her over. “This is Brett from Ripped Records. Do you
mind if I take a moment to talk with him in your office?”
    Numbly,
Jazz nodded. “You don’t work here, remember, Jackson? I’m not your boss.”
    He leaned
over, gave her a kiss on the cheek and led the suited guy through the back.
Jazz grabbed a cloth and viciously wiped down the bar as nerves ate into her.
Why would someone from a big record company want to talk to Jackson? Were they
offering him a record contract? Was he going to leave her again? Jackson was
still hot stuff—totally in demand. He could easily make it as a solo artist
with the backing of a big company. And who was she to hold him back? She’d
tried to cling onto him once before and where had that left her? Broken hearted.
If he wanted to go, she’d let him, but it would leave her shattered again.
    Broken
hearted. Again.
    Because
she loved him. She hadn’t wanted to admit as much but she did. Jazz dropped the
cloth and rubbed her chest. One of the bar staff, Sarah, nudged her with an
elbow. “Is everything