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turned, a warm smile curving her lips. “So much better than okay.”
    “Yeah, me, too.” They sat together for a few minutes in front of the fire.
    “Hell of a way to spend the ice storm,” she said.
    “Sure is.”
    “Why are you really here?” she asked. “In Haven?”
    “Short answer or the long one?”
    “We’ve got all night. You might as well tell me the long one.”
    He had no business telling her either version, but for some reason, he just…needed to. He needed her to know. “My manager rented this place for me, told me to lay low for a while, stay off the radar, come back when I’d written my next big hit.”
    She turned her head and met his eyes. “Why lay low?”
    “You can probably figure it out.” He looked away. Carly seemed to be a fan after all, although he was pretending for tonight that she wasn’t because he had a rule not ever to sleep with a fan.
    “That thing with your housekeeper.”
    He nodded. “Yeah, that thing.”
    “So tell me what happened,” she said.
    “You know what happened.”
    She lifted an eyebrow. “And Celebrity Juice never gets its facts wrong?”
    He inhaled sharply. She was asking him for his side of the story. His own manager hadn’t done that, had told Sam it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the public perception, and right now the general public thought he was a heartless asshole. “I never slept with Manuela. Her baby isn’t mine. I took a damn paternity test just to get her and the press off my back.”
    “Okay,” she said. “Did you have her deported?”
    His fists clenched. “Hell, no. She put herself in the spotlight trying to extort money from me. One of those gossip blogs started poking around and found a problem with her visa so they published it, trying to make me look bad for hiring her illegally. Then the INS got involved. I tried to stop it from happening, but it was out of my hands.”
    “Well, it sounds like she brought it on herself then,” Carly said quietly.
    “It was a shitty situation.”
    She looked up at him. “So have you written your next big hit?”
    “No.” He’d been starting to wonder if he was done, if it was time to sell out and let one of those hit makers write his next album for him. “Been hiding out in this house for a month and wrote nothing but mediocre crap until I walked into your shop this morning.”
    She blinked, sitting up straighter. “Will you play something for me?”
    Fuck yeah, he would. He stood and walked to the corner where he’d left his guitar. “What’s your favorite?”
    She smiled, looking so goddamn gorgeous sitting there wearing nothing but his T-shirt. “‘Hit Hard.’ Random, right?”
    Hell. She’d named an obscure song off his first album, and while he couldn’t pick a favorite, that one sure held a special spot in his heart. “It’s one of mine, too.”
    He lifted the guitar into his lap and began to play.
    *  *  *
    Carly felt like her heart was about to beat its way right out of her chest. Sam’s low, throaty voice filled the living room, making the hair on her arms stand on end. He strummed the guitar as he sang, and it was just magic. Everything about tonight was magic.
    “Wow,” she whispered when he’d finished.
    He set the guitar down, and she slid into his lap. “Um”—she giggled as his cock pressed against her—“does this always happen when you play?”
    He smiled, his eyes heated. “Only when I play for you.”
    That was probably a line, but she didn’t care. Tonight was all about living for the moment and creating the kind of once-in-a-lifetime night she’d remember forever. “Then you should play for me more often.”
    “There are a lot of things I’d like to do with you more often.” He pulled her flush against him, reminding her that she wasn’t wearing panties, and now she was aroused as he was.
    They made love in front of the fire, then devoured most of the box of chocolate chip cookies. Afterward, since it was