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there,
lurking just under the surface.”
    “Whatever,
aren’t you breaking some guy code telling me this?”
    “Nah.
I mean ya’ll do call us assholes on the regular even when we haven’t done
anything.”
    Carlie
laughed. “Because we know what you’re gonna do ahead of time.”
    “Smart
ass. Let’s enjoy the ride.” He turned on radio and slid his hand around her
shoulders.
    “Thanks,
Jackson.” She leaned into him as the driver merged onto 95 S.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Who
knew Jackson could be a really nice guy. For the first time in a week, Carlie
felt like her old self—her new old self. She’d never go back to being naïve.
Now here she was with her rock star walking hand in hand with the one person
she normally wanted to bash in the head with something hard, like a book.
    “What
has you thinking so hard?” Jackson asked her while tickling her palm with his
thumb.
    “You.”
Carlie didn’t elaborate as he led them into another store.
    “That
explains a lot.”
    “I
was just thinking, why did you get your tattoos and if they have significant
meaning? I wonder what your favorite color is, favorite song, favorite food?”
    “I
got my first tattoo to be defiant. The tribal art spoke to me. I added the rose
for my grandma and mother. The ram is for my zodiac sign. I’m an Aries. My
mother’s maiden name spans across my upper back to remind me of my roots and
her morals and ethics. I keep adding to my arms on tour. I guess I’ll stop when
I’ve run out of canvas. Black is my favorite color, it’s not very imaginative.
My favorite song depends on what I’m listening to. I have a favorite song for
every genre in music probably.” He shrugged.
    “That’s
cheating. You have to pick just one. I bet you don’t have a favorite movie.”
    “That
is easy, Scarface .”
    “Really?
How thuggish of you.”
    “C’mon
it’s a great movie. How about you?”
    “ Star Trek .”
    Jackson
dropped her hand, clutched his heart and staggered backward. “You slay me,
another Chris Pine fan?”
    Carlie
let her face get the dreamy eyed look. “I mean he has perfect lips, and those mesmerizing
ice blue eyes. He’s so sexy.”
    “So
you’re into womanizing assholes who fuck anything that walks and loves to
fight.”
    “Oh,
getting jealous?” She separated them, stepping behind racks.
    “Jackson
doesn’t get jealous.”
    “Dear
Lord in Heaven, are you really referring to yourself in third person?” She
giggled and checked out the racks.
    “No,
Jackson is gonna take a seat and let the princess shop.”
    “Say
that louder, I don’t think anyone heard you.” He was certifiable.
    “May
I be of assistance?” A saleswoman with a nametag reading Justine approached
them with perfectly stiff hair and five layers of makeup on her face. Carlie
had to wonder how long it took her to get ready and how many cans of spray she
used.
    To
her left, Jackson was falling out of his seat rolling with laughter. Thankfully
the silent kind. “Oh, I need a little bit of everything, casual, business
casual, business, intimate apparel, sportswear. On his tab.” She pointed over
to Jackson.
    “I’ll
be glad to assist you in whatever your needs are. We’ll start with casual. Come
along.”
    “Yes,
ma’am. Jackson, you coming?”
    “Nah,
I’m good here. You go have fun.”
    “Aww,
but what if I need your opinion on something?”
    “Text
me.”
    Carlie
rolled her eyes at him and followed the sales lady. In the past four stores
he’d abandoned her to the help and sat on his fine ass, playing with his phone.
“Fine.”
    That
made his head snap up and darkness shimmered in his eyes. He delivered the
heated look well, making her shiver. Then his face softened as he ran a hand
through his unruly hair and stood. “No need to get all worked up, princess.”
    Carlie
grinned. He hated the word fine. She made a mental note to use that word
whenever it suited her.
    “Don’t
think every time you get into a snit