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songs.” 
    This was even more of a surprise. “I love music, I’m impressed. Have you sold any?”
    “Yea, a few.” She was a bit embarrassed. This information wasn’t something she shared with many people. Not many folks in her own county were aware she composed music. They just knew she lived in her mother’s house. Most assumed she lived off an inheritance of some kind.
    “Anything I’ve heard of?” He studied her face in the light coming through the window. She was growing more beautiful to him by the minute.
    “Yea, I think so.” Lia could see the surprise go over his body as he turned slightly toward her.
    “What?” The suspense was killing him.
    She smiled. “You were singing one of my songs in the bathroom earlier. I write Cabe Allen’s ballads and some songs for others too, like Sela Duncan and the band Wildfire.”
    If she’d told him she was the pope, he wouldn’t have been more surprised. “Hot damn! My God, I love your music.” He let the reality sink in. “You’re amazing. The amount of emotion and truth you pack into just a few verses is phenomenal.” He touched her face with the tips of his fingers. “I want to get to know you, Lia Houston. I want to get to know your heart and soul.”

CHAPTER THREE

    I don’t even know how to be
    The woman you need
    We’re gonna clash
    That much I can guarantee

    “Rummy!” Lia proudly laid out her spread of four aces. “I beat you again.” She gave a low, satisfied little giggle which had Scott’s dick doing push-ups. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Scott Walker was completely and utterly infatuated with her and all they’d done was share one sweet kiss.
    “I think you’re cheating.” He raised one eyebrow and gave her a deadpan look. “And when I figure out how, I’m going to spank your delectable bottom.”
    Lia’s mouth gaped open. He thought she had a delectable bottom? “I don’t cheat.”
    “You’ve beaten me five times in a row, there can be no other explanation.”
    “Maybe I’m just a better card player.” She gave him a stern stare, but her eyes were twinkling. “Could I get back in your good graces by making us some lunch?”
    “I don’t think you should be standing on your ankle.”
    Lia ignored him. She was getting tired of just sitting. “I’ll stand on one foot.”
    Before he knew it, she half-walked, half-hopped around the bar to the kitchen. “I brought hamburger, we’ll have cheeseburgers.” As she began cooking, both Scott and Elvis came closer, one at her feet and the other sitting in a stool across from where she worked.
    “Smells good.”
    “Would you tell me about where you live?” she asked, having a hard time concentrating on her cooking while he sat across from her all hunky and cuddly. Her imagination was going wild. To have someone like him to share her mornings with and do things for, would be out of this world. At least during this brief time together, she could pretend.
    “I have a house on the west side of Austin. Let me show you, I think I have some pictures on my phone.” He went after it. While he was gone, she looked at her reflection in the side of a shiny pot, desperately trying to determine if she looked as frumpy as she felt.
    Stop it. She fussed at herself. This is a forced situation. This wasn’t real. In normal circumstances, Scott Walker wouldn’t give her the time of day. And that fact was confirmed in her mind when she looked at his photographs.
    “This is my place.” He showed her a gorgeous home.
    Lia’s eyes grew big. “My God, that’s a mansion.” She wasn’t poor. What she made as a songwriter was being wisely invested, but living in a place like Scott did was out of the realm of her experience. Her whole house would fit into his foyer.
    “True, it is a little big. I have a few rooms where I hibernate. The rest of it is really just for show.” It pained Scott to admit that. If he were truly honest about it, he’d bought the place as a