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    When he saw the Los Angeles airport come into view, he shook her, gently. “We’re here.”
    She stirred a bit then gripped his shirt hard. “Don’t leave.”
    “Tink, wake up. I’m right here.”
    She opened her eyes and was glad to see she was still in Brandon’s arms. She had dreamt he left her alone in Baltimore. Then she hugged him. “I can’t believe you paid that boy so we could sit together.”
    He smiled and pulled her closer. “It was worth being able to hold you like this for hours.” He kissed the top of her head. “We’ll go get you some comfortable clothes. Business suits won’t work at a concert.”
    “I don’t want you spending money on me.” She sighed. “I have some savings.” She had many college loans to pay back, so money was scarce most months.
    Brandon took a few seconds to find the right thing to say. He rubbed her back before replying, “Let me be the hero, please. You mean a lot to me…” He cringed, wishing he had said it differently. “This way I can pick out some things I wanna see you in.”
    “What like see-through tops?” She laughed, thinking he would pick out the most impractical clothes. “I just need some jeans and T-shirts.”
    He loved that she had a laid-back personality. She could rock a baggie outfit and still make it look sexy to him. Most girls on the road wore too much makeup and acted so phony. Mackenzie was herself, no matter what. He just hoped they could get one provocative outfit, so the guys would be jealous. Her clothes rarely revealed how incredible her body was.
    Brandon was well known at that airport, as was the rest of the band. They had an escort waiting for them at the gate that took them behind the scenes to avoid the other travelers. He always tipped exceptionally well, which helped also.
    When they had retrieved their bags, Brandon tried to figure out how to go shopping without a car. He looked around the arrival ramp at all the cabs and buses. They could rent a car, but for only a few hours? That was silly. Then it came to him.
    Mackenzie watched their surroundings for potential fans. It never failed for at least one person to recognize him at a place so public. She noticed more deputies on their side of the ramp. Then one of them stopped a young woman from approaching Brandon. She smiled, glad they protected him.
    Brandon went up to the closest taxi and leaned in the window. “How much would it be to take us to the mall and hang around until we’re done?”
    “Depends on how long,” the cabbie replied.
    Brandon smirked. “How about $100 an hour to walk around with us?”
    “Get in!” He waited until they were settled then asked, “Which mall?”
    Brandon took a few seconds to choose one that would have the greatest variety. “Los Cerritos Center.”
    “You’re the boss.”
    Mackenzie leaned on Brandon’s arm. “When are you guys heading down to Florida again?”
    “I think maybe the end of next month, but it might be the month after. I’ll check it out later. I think we’re gonna be there with Gasoline too. We meet up with them in mid-January. I haven’t been to Jersey in two years.”
    She sighed. “You guys tour like 364 days a year.”
    “It feels like it.” He laughed at her exaggeration, but they did tour most of the year.
    She thought about an article she read online. “That new band Triple Threat is going with you too, right?” She had seen some sexy pictures of the guys in that band.
    “Yeah.” He hid the fact that he had checked out Triple Threat’s website and loved the pictures of the bassist. She seemed like a freak too, the way they put her on display. He hoped to get to know Crystal in the carnal sort of way on the tour. “The bassist kicks ass.”
    She laughed. “She has tits, is that why?”
    “That helps, but no. She actually has talent too.” He imagined fucking her on the kitchenette table and two guys sucking her big breasts. OK, maybe it was just her tits.
    She punched his arm. “Stop