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everywhere. So humiliating. She had to
remember there wasn't an actual person inside. That he was nothing
more than a pretty shell. A shell who liked to take pictures.

"I
have low blood sugar. I'm crashing. Go away, I'll be fine."

He
ignored her much as she ignored Gloria's demands that she go away.
"What do you need?"

Oral sex? No, wait. That
wasn't right. "Juice. Food."

"Done."

He
pushed her into a chair and then got her a glass of orange juice. She
gulped half of it, then let the high-sugar liquid sit on her tongue
for a few seconds before swallowing.

The results were nearly
instantaneous. The trembling stopped, her body relaxed and she
started to feel almost normal.

"Better," she said,
looking at him. "Thanks. Go away."

"That's
nice," he said sarcastically. "Who crapped on your
day?"

"Honestly? You. There was a reporter waiting
for me outside your grandmother's front door this morning. She wanted
me to confirm you were staying here, which I didn't. Just to put a
little sparkle in my schedule, she showed me some pictures she'd
downloaded from the Internet. Guess who was the star?"

His
expression tightened as he swore. "I thought they were
gone."

"You knew about them?" She couldn't
decide if that was good or bad.

"They were taken about
six years ago," he said grimly. "Without my knowledge. This
woman I was with wanted proof to show her friends. One of them
suggested she get a little more publicity, so she posted them
online."

He sounded embarrassed and mad and frustrated.
Lori wanted to believe he wasn't to blame, but it was difficult. "How
have you been living your life?" she asked. "This sort of
thing doesn't happen to normal people. The pictures, the reporter.
You need to get your act together."

"I'm trying. But
stuff like this makes it impossible. I even got a court order that
the pictures be removed from the Web site. But they're still showing
up on other sites. I don't want to talk about it anymore. You feel
okay now?"

The change of topic caught her off guard.
"Yes. I have to eat something."

"To maintain a
higher blood sugar?"

She nodded. "Chocolate would be
best. Preferably from Seattle Chocolates."

"You're
kidding. That can't be good for you."

"It's not." Like him. "But it's my fantasy and I can have it if I
want to."

He shook his head and muttered something under
his breath. "Okay. Let's see what real food we've
got."

He opened the refrigerator again and began pulling
out ingredients. Shredded cheese, some cooked chicken, salsa and
large flour tortillas. Food she didn't remember being in there
before.

"Did you go to the grocery store?" she
asked.

"I went online and they delivered. There wasn't
anything in this kitchen."

At least the Internet was good
for something, she thought. "Gloria's meals are delivered fully
cooked. I bring in my own stuff."

He shrugged and dug
around for a large frying pan. "Now we have real food."

"What
are you doing?"

"Making you a quesadilla."

She
wasn't sure which shocked her more— that he knew how, or that
he was making one for her. "You can cook?"

"I
have a few specialties. I'm very multitalented."

"I
brought my lunch."

He glanced at her. "No, that's
not it. Let me think. Oh, yeah. How about 'Reid, thanks so much for
making me food and saving me from death.'"

She smiled
reluctantly. "You have a well-developed sense of the
dramatic."

"I'm used to being adored."

She
was sure of that. Although some of his fans had turned against
him.

She wondered what it would be like to be so much in the
public eye, then decided it couldn't be a good thing. Complicating an
already difficult situation was the fact that Reid had a real habit
of making lousy choices when it came to women.

As he heated
the pan and assembled the quesadilla, he asked, "How's it going
with Gloria?"

"Great. She's making
progress."

"She's a challenge," he told her.
"You can say it."

"Not even under threat of
torture."

He raised his eyebrows. "So I was right.
Admit it."

"I won't. I still