misgivings but possibly at this point in the shitfight we’re in, it’s better to have you here than not.”
I’m impressed with his honesty; I prefer people to be straight up with me. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fair enough,” he says and shifts his gaze to Jett. “I’ve lined up an interview and photo session tomorrow for nine in the morning. You good with that?”
Jett nods and Tom leaves us alone. I watch him go and then ask, “Is he like that with everyone or is it just me he doesn’t like?” Up until this point, I haven’t had a lot to do with Tom and he’s always been pleasant enough to me so this is a whole other side to him.
“He’s pretty stressed at the moment with everything that’s going on, and, to be honest, he’s the most upset with me so by default that’s you, too. He’ll get over it.”
“Okay, I can deal with that.”
We find a table and order some burgers and drinks, and while we wait for them to come, Jett asks, “How long are you able to stay?”
“I told you, for however long you need me.”
“And if we’re still here in say, three weeks, are you good with that?”
I lean across the table and brush my lips across his. “Yes, I’m good with that.”
A smile spreads across his face. “I don’t think we’ll be here for three weeks, but you never know.”
“For the record, I’m glad you punched that reporter.”
His smile turns into a laugh. “I am, too, but I don’t think anyone else is.”
“Have you heard whether he’s going to press charges?” That thought has been kicking around in the back of my mind and I hate to voice it but I need to know.
“No, he’s not. Tom contacted him, and we’ve made a cash settlement with him.”
“Oh . . . that’s good, I guess.”
“You sound surprised?”
“I just forget stuff like that happens. It’s not the world I live in anymore.”
“How involved in Lennon’s career were you?”
“Not really at all. When he was home, we were just like any couple hanging out and stuff. And when he was away, we kept in touch every day but he never really shared a lot about the tour or anything.” He looks surprised and I elaborate, “You know his band is nowhere near as successful as yours so that meant we were able to go places and do things without him being recognised very much. And back then I was working a lot, so there were often times when he was off the road and I was away.”
He still seems surprised. “What about dealing with the fans he did have? Were you involved in much of that? And how did you cope with the groupies?”
“Are you trying to work out how I’m going to cope with your groupies, Mr. Vaughn?”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “No, but that does concern me.”
“In whether or not I’m going to become one of those jealous girlfriends?” Up until now, I’ve managed to pretty much stay off the press’s radar. A few photos of us have surfaced but the major magazines haven’t really picked them up yet.
His expression turns serious. “Yeah, I guess I do worry about that. I’ve seen friends in the business whose relationships break up over that kind of jealousy and I don’t want that to happen to us.”
I consider what he’s said and then answer him as honestly as I can. “Groupies don’t faze me too much; I know they are always going to be there, but I also believe you when you say you’re mine so unless that changes, I don’t see us having a problem.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.
The moment is intense; it’s like he needed to hear that, and it seems like I’ve helped lift a weight from his shoulders.
His gaze finally shifts when the waitress brings our drinks. She’s a different waitress and clearly recognises Jett because she gets all flustered and spills his drink all over him and the table. When she scurries off to get a cloth to clean up the mess, he grins at me and murmurs, “I bet she’s one of the million women around the world who would kill to have me losing my shit over a guy talking to her.”
I roll my eyes but have to laugh because I can’t hide it; his cockiness not only amuses me, it also turns me way the hell on.
15
Jett
It’s been just over twenty-four hours since Presley arrived,