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here
early.”
Kate dumped her bags in a chair without
speaking. He took one look at her face and quickly walked across
the room, folding her into his arms. Her body shook with sobs as he
sat her down on the couch.
“What is it? What happened?” Gage stroked her
hair, rocking her against his body.
Eventually she lifted her head, turning her
tear-stained face up to him.
“Ursula let me go. I was fired.”
“Fired? What the hell for?”
“She wanted me to write personal things,
negative things, about what happened on the tour. I told her I
wouldn’t do that. And so she said I was done, I wasn’t writing for
the magazine anymore.”
“What kind of details? About us?” Gage was
shocked. Not that he cared that people knew he was with Kate, but
it crossed a line. Tabloids had published all kinds of stories
about him with starlets, models, actresses and he’d never really
paid much attention, or really cared.
But with Kate it was different. She wasn’t a
personality; she was just a girl, his girl. He hadn’t cared
about the other women he was linked with; they had press agents and
managers and being seen with him only made them shine in the
spotlight, even if briefly.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s not going to matter. I
know it feels like crap now, but it gives us time to be together
now, all the time in the world.” He sat up, scooping up his cell
phone.
“Here…look.” He held the phone, scrolling
through a series of photos Rachel had sent him. “Some of these are
really great…office space, studio space…enough room to have some
friends over, nice sized bedrooms.”
Kate took the phone, looking at the different
images. She pointed out a few places she liked and he made a few
mental notes. Soon she was smiling, talking about paint colors and
wallpaper. Gage smiled to himself. Paint and paper…and Kate’s
happy.
“Are you hungry? Let’s get room service for a
late lunch, spend the night in and relax. I think we both deserve
it, right? You want anything special? Or should I just order for
us?”
Kate nodded, mumbling something under her
breath, still absorbed in the images on the phone. He rose, smiling
at her distracted reply, as he picked up the hotel phone, punching
in the number for room service. There were enough choices he was
pretty sure he’d find something she liked. After he’d ordered, he
walked behind Kate, leaning on the back of the couch, his hands on
her shoulders. Closing his eyes, he buried his nose in her hair,
inhaling the scent of shampoo and beneath that, the scent of Kate,
a scent he would never grow tired of.
Kate held up the phone, pointing to one of
the images.
“Do you think some of these are kind of big?
What are leases like on these?” She was frowning, twisting around
to look at him.
“Kate. It’s okay. I have enough to take care
of us, many times over.” He leaned down and kissed her.
“This is probably going to be one of those
things that’s going to take time for you to get used to, but don’t
worry about the financial stuff, okay? It’ll be fine. Trust me.” He
kissed her again, softly and gently, his hand resting on her
cheek.
Kate dropped the phone on the couch cushion,
turning to face Gage, rising up on her knees on the couch, wrapping
her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing
her lips, seeking entrance to her warm mouth.
He felt her part her lips, almost sighing as
she did. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, lush and full
and soft. Sliding his hands up her sides, he cupped her breasts,
the weight of them filling his hands. He knew she was insecure
about her weight at times, but there was nothing more comforting,
or so very arousing, as Kate’s breasts. I’ll have to remember to
tell her that sometime…
Kate was arching against him, swaying
seductively as he caressed her breasts, his fingers finding her
nipples through layers of clothes. He rubbed his palm over her
breast, feeling her shiver beneath his
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