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how much he was going to be paying Kentucky for his services. He shared how hard it had been to even secure Kentucky ’s services in the first place since he was among the top-notch in the business and could pick and choose whom he wanted to work for at will.
    No wonder Mrs. Jones never wanted to talk about her son’s profession , Giada recalled. Or why he suddenly had to be gone for long stretches of time.
    Giada also thought about how the question of “If Kentucky doesn’t really live here with you anymore, where does he live?” was never answered by his stepmother, and downright avoided every time.
    I can’t believe I could have had it all. The money, great sex, and the finest man on the planet. Grief settled into Giada’s heart.
    “Are you all right, baby?” Fabian asked with concern when her coughing had gone on a bit too long for comfort. “You’re not asthmatic, are you?”
    Giada cleared her throat once and for all, then blinked rapidly to refocus before answering him. “I’m fine, with no traces of asthma in sight. It’s just that I thought I heard you mention the name of a former neighbor of mine. A neighbor who lived very modestly and whom I thought only did bouncer work at local clubs.”
    “Kentucky Jones was your neighbor?” Fabian asked with intrigue.
    “First, are we even talking about the same Kentucky Jones here? The one I’m referring to is from Miami and looks like a young Arnold Schwarzenegger,” Giada replied.
    Fabian chuckled. “That’s the one. Though I have yet to meet the man in person and have only seen a picture of him, is he as mean as he looks?”
    Giada chuckled for a whole other reason. Only she knew that Kentucky ’s bark was often worse than his bite, especially when it came to his stepmother . . . and his lover. Her lower body throbbed with the memory of what it had been like to be Kentucky ’s lover. The man had been gentle and passionate all at the same time.
    “Put it like this, Kentucky knows how to be mean to the right people,” Giada replied with a knowing smile. “As for being my neighbor, I was actually neighbors with his mother ,” she went on to clarify. “ Kentucky didn’t live with her, but he was over there quite a lot. Either way, they were both very hospitable to me when I lived in the neighborhood. Kentucky even helped me out of a crisis once, so I know he’s going to be a great bodyguard for you.”
    Fabian smiled. “Now I know Bartley made a good choice. I can’t wait to meet this Kentucky dude now,” he said, showing that he trusted her judgment.
    Fabian had no reason not to trust Giada’s opinion in business matters. Not only had she helped him successfully renegotiate the contracts for this tour greatly in his favor, but she’d done so even better than his manager had. That last thing gave Bartley one more reason to hate her, as if he didn’t have enough reasons already.
    “When will you meet Kentucky ?” Giada asked casually, successfully playing down her excitement.
    “Any minute now. Bartley asked him to meet us all for breakfast on the yacht.”
    The yacht Fabian spoke of was the rental that he would be residing in for the next month and a half of touring. The boat was mobile and able to take him from one island location to the other. It would also keep him at a safe distance from fanatic fans, which he’d acquired over the last year of recording back-to-back hits.
    Fabian and Giada had spent their first night on the yacht together last night. It had been romantic and satisfying . . . at least for one of them.
    At the thought of suddenly seeing Kentucky again after all these months, Giada’s body began to betray her. The tips of her bosom became rigid, her pulse quickened, heat shot through her veins, and her hand shook slightly on her glass.
    No other man could do this to Giada sight unseen. She resented Kentucky for this power he seemed to have over her, for making her need a change of underwear, or rather, a change of