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he’d soon tire of her. She’d have to remember that if she wanted to protect her heart.
    “Okay,” Candy said . “For now.”
    ***
    Walking down the busy sidewalk in midtown Manhattan took some getting used to, but Candy had three more weeks in New York City with Dave while TopShelf performed at various sold-out venues to adjust. She hadn’t been home in almost five months, but she didn’t mind. Traveling suited her—and it was fun buying new clothes on the road.
    She walked past a magazine stand and did a double take . Several months ago when they were in Berlin, Dave mentioned to her that he was meeting up with a reporter for a magazine interview, but he’d neglected to mention he’d be on the cover. Smiling, she picked it up and flipped through it quickly to the article about him.
    “No reading!” the guy who owned the stand yelled to her in a thickly accented voice . “Buy now!”
    Candy grumbled but pulled a few bills out of her purse and took the magazine with her down the street to a cafe. Grande non-fat mocha latte in hand, she settled into an armchair by the window and stared at the photo of him. Dave was gorgeous. The photo was a glossy black and white, but you could tell he had blue eyes anyway.
    Candy enjoyed being able to just stare at his face , for as long as she desired, without making him uncomfortable. The thick dark fringe that lashed his eyes, the shaggy black hair that looked professionally tousled, and the magnificent tattoos all served to make him into the most beautiful man she had ever known.
    She read the interview and noted with a touch of jealousy that the reporter was a woman who was obviously flirting with her subject . But what could Candy expect? He was a good looking, single rock star. Of course he had tons of chicks after him.
    But no matter how hard she tried to not get attached to Dave, it was clear she’d failed miserably. If she hadn’t failed , then stuff like this wouldn’t bother her.
    Candy gritted her teeth as she read the article’s chatty tone and obviously sex-crazed reporter . Then I say: So, Dave Roads, are you still a bachelor? Dave shrugs and winks at me before answering with a definitive “Yes.” My favorite rock star gives me a sexy grin as he looks me up and down and says, “but I won’t be lonely tonight.” Looks like I have dinner plans, loyal readers.
    Candy pushed the magazine away in disgust . She searched her memory for nights when Dave was MIA. There’d definitely been several occasions when Candy had bowed out of an after-party so she could get some work done. Nights when Dave had come home in the wee hours of the morning and fallen into bed beside her.
    And there had been plenty of times when he’d taken a phone call in private, or hung up the phone when she walked in the room. As if… as if he had something to hide.
    A secret.
    Had Dave really hooked up with that reporter? He did have a penchant for sleeping with women who turned him on, he said so himself. Hell, Candy had just been another promotional dinner date when Dave decided to take things to the next step. And it looked like he had met this interviewer and had done the exact same thing.
    T here must be plenty of other girls out there who had hooked up with Dave Roads. Maybe they were reading this article and sighing, remembering what a flirt he was when he was trying to get in their pants.
    Well, Candy wasn’t interested in being a groupie. She wanted to be the only one. That’s too much to ask of him. He’s a rock star, not husband material. Right?
    She stared at his face on the cover of the magazine—but looking at Dave in his personification as a rock star wasn’t what she needed right now. She needed to see the Dave she had come to know. The incredible guy who lavished her with attention and truly cared for her. The guy who gave money to every homeless person who asked.
    Picking up her cell phone, she looked at her phone’s wallpaper. It was a picture she’d snapped just