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okay?”
    “Yes,
fine.” She gave a tight smile.
    Everything
would be okay. She’d survived having her heart broken by Jackson Wilde once
before and she’d survive again.
    ***
    Jazz
barely had a moment to talk to Jackson the rest of the night. By the time she’d
traipsed up to bed and changed into an old Ramones tee for bed, sickness
churned in her stomach and she was convinced he was going to leave her.
    She
slipped into bed while he showered and she turned off the lights. She couldn’t bear
for him to see her heartbreak. His padding footsteps made her breathing hitch
and when he slid into bed next to her, she realised he was still naked. A pulse
of desire speared through her.
    Jackson
wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into the crook of his thighs. He
flattened a kiss to her neck which never failed to send tingles racing through
her.
    “You
tired?” he asked.
    “A
little,” she said, though she wasn’t. Not really. How could she sleep when she
knew he was going again?
    “What’s
up, Jazz?”
    “Nothing,”
she mumbled.
    “Don’t do
that, that’s not like you. You’ve always told me the truth.”
    She sighed
and rolled over. “Just make love to me.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she
urged him to kiss her. “I need you.”
    She did.
Even if it was just one more time. She might even admit to loving him again. It
would hurt but at least she no longer held onto the agony of thinking he’d
cheated on her. If she let him go, perhaps she could move on more easily this
time.
    “I always
need you, babe.” He kissed her sweetly and tears pricked behind her eyes. It
felt like a goodbye kiss. “I always have needed you.”
    He tore
away suddenly, leaving her cold and bereft and the bedside lamp flicked on. He
grinned at her as she blinked in the light before pushing her back so he could
hover over her. Using a finger to trace her profile, he kissed her again and
drew back.
    Cold fear
fisted her heart at his serious expression. She gulped.
    “I have
some news.”
    Jazz
closed her eyes. She knew it. “It’s okay,” she said huskily. “I don’t mind if
you go. I’m glad we at least had this.”
    “Go?”
    She opened
her eyes to see his dipped brow. “I know I’m not enough for you. I mean you’re
Jackson Wilde for fuck’s sakes.”
    His brows
almost knitted. “Jazz, you’ve always been enough for me. I was an idiot not to
fight harder for you but these past years… there was something missing. Music
wasn’t enough, you know? The thing that was missing was you.”
    “I don’t
understand. That man—”
    “He’s
offering a contract to the band—the band I’m working with. They’re going to hit
it big and with that kind of backing… well, things are definitely doing to take
off for the production company.” His eyes softened. “And that means I’ll be
sticking around for a long, long time.”
    “You’re
not leaving?”
    “No way.”
He drew back and grabbed her hand, pulling her to sitting. Naked, he got off
the bed and got on one knee.
    Jazz’s
eyes widened and she clapped a hand across her mouth.
    “I haven’t
got you a ring yet but... I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. I just
wanted to make sure everything was in place first.” He clasped her hand between
both of his. “Jazz Moreno, will you marry me?”
    Jazz
failed to hold back a spluttered laugh. She had the tough rocker, Jackson
Wilde, naked, on his knees and begging to marry her.
    A brow
rose. “Well?”
    Jazz slid
off the bed and joined him on the floor. Grasping his face, she grinned. “Of
course I will.”
    A smug
smile broke across his face and he bundled her into him to kiss her until she
was breathless. “I’ll get you a ring tomorrow,” he promised between kisses.
    “I don’t
need a ring.”
    “I’m going
to get you the biggest, shiniest one there is,” he declared and scooped her
fully into his arms to lift her as he kissed her again. Breathless from his
kisses, Jazz shook her head