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nodded, cutting her dark eyes over to where Garrett sat. She was going against his opinion, and she hoped he could respect that. He gazed openly at her, but nodded as their eyes met.
    “I’m beating a dead horse?” he questioned.
    “You are. You wanted this one to be different, and while it is, it’s not different enough. Not in my opinion. It sounds like a watered-down version of the music that all the fans love.”
    He smirked at her. “Damn, baby, just tell me what you really think.”
    The room laughed because she had.
    “But you guys do what you want,” she quickly added. “I mean, it’s your record, it’s not mine, and it’s not the fans. It’s yours.”
    Her alarm on her phone went off, and she sighed. She had hoped they would be done by now. “I hate do this to you guys, but I’ve got to go meet with the photographer and take some shots for my new promo pictures and stuff.”
    “You going by yourself?” Garrett asked. It was going on seven at night, and while it wasn’t unusual for shoots to be done at night, he didn’t want her going by herself. Especially given that this photographer was a man.
    “Nope,” she smiled. “Stacey’s coming with, but I’ve got to get out of here if I’m gonna have time to pick her up.”
    She said her goodbyes, kissing her husband on the cheek before she left. As she always did before she drove in California traffic, she sat in the car for a few minutes, giving herself a pep talk. This would all be okay.
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    “You want me to wear what?” Hannah glanced at the outfit the stylist held up, trying to keep her eyes from popping out of her head.
    “You’ll look hot in it, and you’re the wife of a rocker now. You can pull it off. Besides, I listened to some of the new stuff. It definitely has a more rocking sound to it, a harder edge. You’re a gorgeous woman, embrace it.”
    This stylist was insane, Hannah was sure of that. Shaking her head, she took the outfit into the dressing room and began putting it on. This type of look had never been her thing, but maybe she needed to expand. Maybe now that she was married, she wouldn’t mind looking sexy.
    “C’mon, Han, it’s just an outfit,” she told herself, disrobing.
    Fishnet stockings were something she’d never once in her life worn before this moment, but she dutifully pulled them over her bare legs. Same with the leather miniskirt. She turned around; checking herself out in the mirror, making sure everything was covered. One wrong move and she would be showing parts of herself that she only wanted Garrett to see, but it looked good, if she did say so herself. Grabbing the clothing pack that the stylist had given her, she pulled out a hot pink bra and had to blink at the brightness of it.
    “Wow,” she laughed.
    Once that was on, she grinned slightly as a thought popped into her head. She grabbed her cell phone and took a picture in the mirror, sending it to Garrett. She felt a little evil and wondered what he would have to say about this. Next, she grabbed what appeared to be a black tank top, along with a cropped motorcycle jacket. The tank top came down low, showing the top of the hot pink lace, and the motorcycle jacket covered up the gaping holes in the side.
    Looking at herself, she had to admit that she did like it. The stylist had done her hair in corkscrew curls, and her makeup was dark to match the outfit. Her cell made a noise, and she bent down to pick it up from where she had dropped it.
    Please tell me you’re wearing a fucking shirt, and can you, for the love of all that’s holy, wear that home? Especially after you sided with everyone else during our conversation about the new song.
    She threw her head back, laughing loudly. Leave it to her husband to get to the heart of all he really wanted to know. She quickly texted back that she wasn’t sure if they would give her the clothing from this shoot. Normally they did, but she didn’t want to make it that easy on