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Just To Be with You
Sheryl Lister


Love is the sweetest song of all… Gentle and compassionate teacher Janae Simms isn't looking for love–her heart has been broken one too many times, and she doesn't intend to relive that kind of pain. So when her best friend convinces her to let loose and attend a concert featuring R & B sensation Monte, all Janae expects is an evening of music and fun. But as soon as she hears his smooth, honeyed voice and they share a moment together backstage, Janae fears her heart is in danger once again.Terrence "Monte" Campbell has been hurt by women seeking his wealth and celebrity instead of the man he truly is. So music is his only passion, until he meets Janae. He struggles to maintain emotional distance, but her tender sensuality and caring ways tempt Terrence as no other before. And one sizzling night, they both give in to their desires and explore all of the erotic promises between them. Is Janae really the one for Terrence, or just another disappointment waiting to happen? Can he finally let go of the past and embrace the idea of their loving future?







Love is the sweetest song of all…

Gentle and compassionate teacher Janae Simms isn’t looking for love—her heart has been broken one too many times, and she doesn’t intend to relive that kind of pain. So when her best friend convinces her to let loose and attend a concert featuring R & B sensation Monte, all Janae expects is an evening of music and fun. But as soon as she hears his smooth, honeyed voice and they share a moment together backstage, Janae fears her heart is in danger once again.

Terrence “Monte” Campbell has been hurt by women seeking his wealth and celebrity instead of the man he truly is. So music is his only passion, until he meets Janae. He struggles to maintain emotional distance, but her tender sensuality and caring ways tempt Terrence as no other before. And one sizzling night, they both give in to their desires and explore all of the erotic promises between them. Is Janae really the one for Terrence, or just another disappointment waiting to happen? Can he finally let go of the past and embrace the idea of their loving future?


“You feel this, don’t you?”

“No…I… Yes.” Janae gently extricated her hand from his then took several steps backward. Being close to him short-circuited her brain, and she needed to think. Hadn’t she decided that men were only good for fantasies? He would definitely fit right in…okay, he would top the fantasy list. But that was all this could be—a really, really nice fantasy. No way would she allow herself to get caught up in a man who probably had women by the dozen. Besides, as a teacher, the last thing she needed was a parent seeing her face splashed across a tabloid under some crazy heading like Teacher Caught in Threesome with Popular Music Star.

He closed the distance between them. “Janae?”

When she glanced up at him, something flashed in his eyes and, before she could blink, he covered her mouth in an explosive kiss that stole her breath and weakened her knees. She was totally unprepared for the feel of his mouth on hers. The kiss was gentle, but infused with a passion and need she didn’t understand. Suddenly, a longing she’d never experienced took over her body.

She pulled away sharply. “I…I have to…go.”

“No, don’t go.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Please. Stay.”

She eyed him warily and clutched her chest, trying to control her runaway heart.


SHERYL LISTER

has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. When she’s not reading, writing or playing chauffeur, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers and bite-sized desserts. She holds a B.S. in occupational therapy, and post-professional M.S. in occupational therapy from San Jose State University. She resides in California and is a wife, mother of three and works as a pediatric occupational therapist.


Just to

Be with

You

Sheryl Lister






www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)


Dear Reader (#ulink_e8daa964-6e7b-5c00-aa59-8190c4224907),

I have enjoyed reading Mills & Boon romances since I was a young teen, when I used to sneak them from my mother’s stash. I never imagined I would someday be given the opportunity to join the Mills & Boon family of authors.

I am also a huge music fan. One day, while listening to one of my favorite R & B balladeers, an idea sparked in my mind, and Terrence “Monte” Campbell was born. He’s not big on love, but he’s about to have his world turned upside down by Janae Simms. The caring schoolteacher challenges everything the confirmed bachelor has ever believed and teaches him a lesson in love he won’t soon forget.

I hope you enjoy Terrence and Janae’s journey to falling in love. I sure did! Stay tuned for Karen’s story.

Please share your thoughts with me at www.sheryllister.com (http://www.sheryllister.com), on Facebook (Author Sheryl Lister) or on Twitter (@1Slynne (http://twitter.com/1Slynne)).

Blessings,

Sheryl


For my mother, Mary Phillips (1940–2009), the first reader and fan of my stories, and who encouraged me to write.

Mom, I finally wrote that book!

To My Heavenly Father,

thank you for loving me unconditionally.

I will bless the Lord at all times;

His praise shall continually be in my mouth

[Psalms 34:1 NKJV]

To my very own hero, Lance Lister,

I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for your love and unwavering support.

To my beautiful daughters, Brandi, Maia and Riana,

I love you. You make me proud to be your mom.

To my family (especially my father-in-law, who has read every story), Janette and the Friday morning hair shop ladies, and friends,

thank you for your love, encouragement and support.

To author Beverly Jenkins,

thank you for graciously sharing your wisdom and answering my many questions about writing.

To my wonderful agent, Sarah E. Younger,

thank you for your tireless efforts on my behalf.

To my editor, Rachel Burkot, and the entire Harlequin Kimani Romance team,

thank you for the opportunity.


Contents

Cover (#u1f57f0ae-ee16-5ccc-834a-e059ad1ba376)

Back Cover Text (#u3d76bd22-4e53-5c9e-84c6-fa3476806736)

Introduction (#udd190996-0369-5bec-b68a-d32ee7622297)

About the Author (#u97b8c00e-deea-59b6-9a32-e734c38ee77f)

Title Page (#u54d799de-8a0b-58e2-b0cd-03037e8a4ddf)

Dear Reader (#ulink_5c795782-6c61-5d2b-906b-f12ec10f1e20)

Dedication (#u3e572a5e-323e-59ae-8096-b1bc30e85af1)

Chapter One (#ulink_7f3fc7ef-5a6b-5869-93ac-a326a440e8c1)

Chapter Two (#ulink_cc5145c7-d59a-54c0-b77f-6b6c2cb0ea24)

Chapter Three (#ulink_6f6fce8a-d6a4-5c45-a2a4-682f65ba5161)

Chapter Four (#ulink_9a18517d-bd40-5737-b4f3-d156d9097752)

Chapter Five (#ulink_8857d15f-3e60-542e-86d5-187a0bfb10a7)

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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter 1 (#ulink_364e3844-ce87-5ba7-8d71-1b39b881e326)

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Janae Simms muttered.

“Oh, please.” Her friend Karen Morris waved her off. “You can’t tell me you’re not a little bit excited about seeing Monte in concert?”

She sighed. “His music is nice, but you’re the one who has all of his CDs. And I don’t know why, if the concert is tonight, we need to spend the entire weekend in San Francisco. Seems like you should have brought your boyfriend instead of me.”

“Andre is working, and it’s not like you have anything else to do.”

“I have a ton of lesson plans to do.”

“So do I, but you need to see outside sometimes—and I mean someplace other than that elementary school playground. Now repeat after me. I’m going to have a good time.”

Janae rolled her eyes. She turned back to see Karen still waiting. “Fine. I’m going to have a good time,” she grumbled. They continued walking toward the jazz club.

Karen shook her head and laughed. “Girl, we’re going to have a ball.”

“Where are we sitting?”

Karen wiggled her eyebrows. “You’ll see.”

They passed a line of people waiting to enter and went inside. “Shouldn’t we get in line, Karen?”

“No. Our tickets are for reserved seating. That line is for those with general seating tickets. I wanted us to get a real good seat.”

She waited while Karen gave her name to the attendant at the will call desk. He located and handed her their tickets.

Janae had only been to the jazz club once, but liked the intimate feeling. The floor level featured three rows of tables for four, while the upper levels had a choice of tables or booths. Even the balcony seating offered great views. There wasn’t a bad seat in the house.

“Enjoy the show,” he said.

When they entered the seating area, Janae stopped short, surprised to see that they had floor seats in the second row, dead center. No more than ten feet separated them from the stage. “Um, Karen, these seats are kind of close to the stage, don’t you think?”

“Of course. Girl, I want to be close enough to that fine man to see his sweat. Monte is a walking chocolate fantasy.”

She chuckled at the description, but Karen did have a point. Monte would be an excellent fantasy man, which was where she decided men belonged. In fantasies, hearts didn’t get broken—something she would never let happen to her again.

Janae scanned the crowded room. Efficient staff moved through throngs of people, serving food and drinks, as music poured through hidden speakers and animated chatter filled the air. The lights went down, and as soon as he hit the stage, Monte’s voice immediately captivated her. Whether one of his sexy ballads or an up-tempo number like the current song, the man’s smooth baritone stirred something deep within her. She closed her eyes, nodding in time with the beat as he sang song after song.

Karen tapped her excitedly. “He’s getting ready to come down into the audience.”

“What?” Janae’s eyes snapped open. She glanced up in time to see Monte exit the stage through a door on the left side, and watched as women stood from their tables and tried to gyrate their bodies against his when he passed. He smiled and shook some hands, but didn’t linger. As he neared their table, Karen pulled Janae up from the chair.

“Here he comes.” Karen stretched out her hand, then screamed when he reached out to touch it.

Since Karen held on to her arm, Janae couldn’t sit, but hoped the sexy singer would keep going.

Nope, no such luck. Instead, he actually stopped in front of her, reached down to bring her hand to his lips. The moment he touched her, electric shocks shot up her arm and through her body. Her gaze flew to his and she snatched her hand back. His eyes widened. She thought she saw surprise cross his features, but it was gone so fast, she might have imagined it. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed what happened, but Karen was still swooning. As for the other couple at their table, the guy was too busy trying to pull his screaming date back down into the chair to notice her. Janae dropped into the chair, then stared down at her still-tingling hand. Clenching her fist, she willed the sensations to stop.

Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she only imagined the spark. Right? She chanced a glimpse in his direction as he walked back toward the stage door and, as if he sensed her perusal, he stopped to glance over his shoulder. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment, and something unnamed passed between them. Something within his dark, magnetic gaze pulled her in and wouldn’t let go. She shook her head to clear it, but couldn’t resist another peek. He stopped to talk to someone for a moment, nodded in her direction, then climbed back onto the stage.

He sang another song, a beautiful ballad about a love worth waiting for. Although she enjoyed the lyrics, she knew only few people were fortunate enough to find that kind of love. As soon as the last note faded away, the man she’d seen Monte talking to came out onto the stage.

“Is everybody enjoying the show so far?” Thunderous applause and screams followed. He waited a few seconds before continuing. “Tonight, we have a special treat. At the conclusion of the show, two of you will be invited backstage to meet the band and get autographs and pictures with Monte.” More shouts followed, as did a drumroll. He shook the bag in his hand, then pulled out a slip of paper. “The lucky winners are seated at table fourteen, seats C and D. At the end of the show, please proceed to the door at the left of the stage and present your ticket stubs.”

Karen screamed again. Janae thought she’d really gone around the bend this time.

“Janae, did you hear that? Two people are going backstage after the show.”

“Yeah, okay. Calm down. People are staring,” Janae whispered, glancing around.

“Girl, didn’t you hear the table and seats?” She took the ticket stub out of her purse. “Look. We’re the ones going backstage.”

Janae gasped sharply, whipped her head around to find Monte’s eyes waiting. A slight grin curved his mouth. She arched an eyebrow.

By the time the concert ended, she was a nervous wreck. Her palms had dampened, and her heart thundered in her chest. How in the world could she get through another encounter with him? Never had she felt such sensations from a simple touch in her entire life. Karen, on the other hand, couldn’t stop bouncing in her seat.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to be up close and personal with Monte. Rich milk chocolate skin, dark brown eyes that seem like they can see clear to your soul, sexy, full lips framed by that goatee. And let’s not forget that X-rated body—over six feet of rock...hard...muscle. Can you imagine what it would feel like to run your hands all over that body?”

“Um, Karen, what about Andre? You know, your boyfriend.”

Karen waved a dismissive hand. “Let’s go. The crowd is emptying out.”

Janae sighed, but followed her to the side door where the same man who had made the announcement greeted them.

He checked their ticket stubs, then smiled. “Please come in. My name is Donovan Wright.” He shook their hands and gestured them up the steps where he introduced them to the band members and, finally, to Monte.

Following Karen’s lead, Janae politely shook each of their hands, but when it came time to shake Monte’s hand, she hesitated. Go ahead, girl, and shake the man’s hand. It was probably just a fluke, she chastised herself. As soon as their hands touched, she felt it again. She tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip.

The way he stared at her confirmed that (1) she hadn’t imagined the electricity between them, and (2) he felt it also—it was as real as the man standing in front of her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss...?”

“Simms. Janae Simms,” she answered softly.

“Janae. I like that.” He gestured to two chairs. “Why don’t you ladies have a seat?”

The band members drifted out to the restaurant area until only Donovan remained. “I’m going to get a drink from the bar. Can I get you ladies something?” he asked.

Janae declined.

“Actually, I have to go to the ladies’ room, so I’ll follow you out. Be right back, Janae,” Karen said.

Janae noted the amusement on her friend’s face. Her eyes offered a silent plea, but Karen merely smiled, then sailed out behind Donovan. Her gaze swept over the small space crowded with instruments, cases and wires. When she turned back, Monte sat studying her as if he were trying to figure something out.

He leaned back in his chair, stroked his goatee and stared at her so long she became uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat. “Do you do this often?”

He continued to stare.

“Maybe I should be flattered or something, but I’m not some groupie.” She stood, adding softly, “This was a bad idea. I think I should go.”

He jumped up from his chair. “Wait,” he said, coming to stand in front of her. “No, I don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“You asked if I do this often. I’m assuming you meant invite women backstage. The answer is no. In fact, I’ve never, ever done this before.”

“As popular as you are, you really expect me to believe that?”

“Honestly. I’ve never liked the groupie scene, so no one has ever been allowed back here in all the eight years I’ve been touring. We do all of the signings in the lobby.”

“Why now?”

He covered her hand with his. She immediately felt the warmth again.

“This is why.”

Janae gasped softly, her hand trembling in his. Why did this happen now, and with this particular man? She tried to get her hand back, but like the other time, he wouldn’t let go.

“You feel this, don’t you?”

“No... I... Yes.” Janae gently extricated her hand from his and took several steps backward. Being close to him short-circuited her brain, and she needed to think. Hadn’t she decided that men were only good for fantasies? He would definitely fit right in...okay, he would top the fantasy list. But that was all this could be—a really, really nice fantasy. No way would she allow herself to get caught up in a man like him who probably had women by the dozen. Besides, as a teacher, the last thing she needed was a parent seeing her face splashed across a tabloid under some crazy heading like Teacher Caught in Threesome with Popular Music Star.

He closed the distance between them. “Janae?”

When she glanced up at him, something flashed in his eyes, and before she could blink, he covered her mouth in an explosive kiss that stole her breath and weakened her knees. She was totally unprepared for the feel of his mouth on hers. The kiss was gentle, but infused with a passion and need she didn’t understand. Suddenly, a longing she’d never experienced took over her body. She pulled away sharply. “I...I have to...go.”

“No, don’t go.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Please. Stay.”

She eyed him warily and clutched her chest, trying to control her runaway heart.

“Please. I just want to talk. Sit down, okay?”

Janae sat. He wisely took the chair farthest from her. She kept making furtive glances toward the door, hoping to see Karen so they could leave. An awkward silence settled over the room.

He cleared his throat. “So, Ms. Simms, I couldn’t help but notice your necklace. An apple? It’s very unique.”

“It was a gift from one of my students. I teach an elementary special education class,” she answered with a nervous smile.

“That must be challenging. What grade?”

“Fourth and fifth grades, and yes, it can be very challenging, but I love it.”

“Do you live here in San Francisco?”

“No, about an hour and a half away in San Jose. Where do you live?”

“Los Angeles.”

Before he could ask her another question, Karen returned with Donovan trailing behind her. Finally.

“Did you get your CD autographed yet, Janae?” Karen asked, reclaiming her seat.

“We hadn’t gotten around to that yet,” Monte answered. “Janae told me about her teaching. Do you teach, Ms. Morris?” He accepted the cup of tea from Donovan. “Thanks.”

“Yes, fourth grade. We teach at the same school.”

Janae retrieved the CD booklet from one of Monte’s projects out of her purse. “It’s getting late, Karen. We should let Monte sign our CDs and leave. I’m sure he’s tired.” She held out the booklet.

Monte took it, smiling knowingly. “Ms. Simms mentioned you live in San Jose. Are you ladies driving back tonight?”

“Goodness, no,” Karen said. “We’re staying the entire weekend.”

“Any big plans?” he asked after taking a sip of his tea.

“Nothing really big,” Karen said. “We’ll hit Ghirardelli Square, Pier 39, and maybe do one of the sunset cruises.”

Janae listened as Karen excitedly shared their plans. Monte smiled between sips of his tea.

“Sounds like a good time,” he said. “I’ve been to San Francisco several times, but never stayed here long enough to go sightseeing. A sunset cruise might be fun.”

“Don’t you have another show tomorrow?” Janae asked. She needed to get away from this man—fast—and didn’t want him getting any ideas.

A slow grin made its way across his face. “As a matter of fact, that was my last show for the next three weeks. I’m due for a little R & R.” He set his cup down. “I have a great idea. Would you ladies like some company tomorrow? Donovan and I would love to explore the city with you...that is, if your significant others don’t mind.”

“Hey, that sounds great,” Karen said. “That’s definitely not a problem for me.”

Monte stared intently at Janae. “What about your boyfriend, Ms. Simms?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she answered, holding his gaze.

“Great. What time should we meet? We can come to your hotel.” When they finished making plans, Monte reached in his bag and pulled out a pen. “Let me sign your CDs so you can get going. It’s getting pretty late.”

Janae hopped up. “I agree.” He signed the one she’d brought, and she stuck it back in her purse.

Karen whipped out the booklets for all six CDs. Janae rolled her eyes. Monte laughed as he signed each one.

“What? If I’m going to see the man, I might as well get them all signed,” Karen said with her hands planted on her hips.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Monte handed them back.

“Don’t we get pictures, too?” Karen asked, holding up her phone.

Janae groaned inwardly.

“Most definitely. Donovan, would you please do the honors?”

“Sure.” Donovan took the phone. “Ms. Simms, would you like to give me your phone or camera?”

Janae handed her phone to him reluctantly.

“All right. I’ll take one of you both with Monte on each phone, then take an individual shot on your respective phones. Will that work?”

They nodded and went to stand next to Monte. Janae pasted a smile on her face, hoping it looked genuine. She was fine until it came time for her to take a picture with Monte alone, especially when he moved his body closer to her and tossed his own phone to Donovan.

“Ooh, this is going to be a good one, girl,” Karen cooed, snapping the picture on her phone.

Once they finished taking pictures, Monte and Donovan insisted on walking them to their car. Monte stood so close to her while walking, Janae could feel the heat emanating from his body. She quickened her strides. When they finally reached the car, she promptly got in, released a shaky breath, then gave a tiny wave as they backed out of the lot.

“All right, girl. You’ve got some ’splaining to do,” Karen said as she drove them to the hotel.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Please don’t insult my intelligence. I want to know what’s going on between you and Mr. Chocolate Fantasy. And don’t say it’s nothing. I saw the way he looked at you. Why do you think I tried to give you two a minute?”

“I don’t know, but whatever game he’s interested in playing, I’ll pass. Besides, I’ve sworn off men. He’s a millionaire music mogul and can have any woman he wants. What could he possibly see in a schoolteacher? I hope he doesn’t think I’m some little groupie he can have a weekend fling with and then go about his merry way.” Janae frowned. “And then you had to go and invite him to spend tomorrow with us.”

“Sorry, but I wasn’t passing up what might be my only chance to hang out with someone who’s famous. And why couldn’t he be attracted to a schoolteacher? Contrary to what you believe, I don’t think he sees you as a groupie. As a matter of fact, from everything I’ve read about him or seen, he doesn’t really do the whole groupie scene. He’s never been linked to any scandals, baby mama drama or anything. Besides, it’s time for you to come out of hiding. Not all men are jerks like Carter and Lawrence.”

“I know that,” she snapped.

“Good. Then give Monte a chance.” Karen shrugged. “If he acts like a jerk, we can toss him off the Golden Gate Bridge.”

“You’re a mess. What would I do without you?”

“Possibly miss your love connection.”

Janae grunted. “Whatever.”

* * *

As soon as the car pulled off, Donovan rounded on him. “Okay, Terrence, what the hell is going on with you? It’s a good thing no one asked to look in that bag. It would’ve been hard to explain why there was only one ticket.”

Although Donovan was one of the few people close enough to call him by his first name, he only did so when they were alone. Terrence “Monte” Campbell ran a hand over his close-cropped curly hair and blew out a harsh breath. “I wish I knew, Don.”

“If this is some booty call, you don’t need to spend the entire day with her.”

“It’s not like that, Donovan,” he said through clenched teeth. He pivoted on his heel and stalked off.

Donovan quickly caught up. “Look, I’m sorry. If you say it’s not like that, then I believe you. But you’ve never done anything like this before. What happened tonight?”

“I don’t know. When I touched her hand...it was weird...I felt...I don’t know...something.”

Donovan clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s called awareness, a connection, sexual chemistry or all of the above.”

“That’s the thing. It’s not sexual, not entirely.” For a man who made a living expressing himself through words, Terrence struggled to find them tonight.

“You don’t have to explain, Terrence. I know what you mean, and it’s about time.”

“About time for what?”

“For you to find true love.”

“No. That’s not an option. It’s never gonna happen.” Only one woman had walked out of his life, and he vowed no other woman would ever cause him that type of pain again.

“If what you’re saying is true, then you need to cancel tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“That little lady doesn’t look like the type who’s into head games. You shouldn’t start something you don’t plan to finish.”

“I have to see her again,” he said absently.

“I know that,” Donovan said softly. “I can see that she’s gotten to you, so there must be something special about her. Do you really want to punish her for something she had nothing to do with?”

“What does that mean?”

“You know how you are—one date and it’s done.”

Terrence scowled over at him, not happy about the insinuation regarding his dating life. Women knew the score up front.

“Take my advice, man. Spend time with her tomorrow and see where it goes. You can’t keep your heart closed off forever.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get packed up so we can get to the hotel. The band’s waiting.”

Terrence nodded. He’d never felt so conflicted in his life. On one hand, Donovan was right and he should at least give it a chance, but on the other, he didn’t know if he was capable of giving or accepting love.

Later, he stood out on the hotel room’s balcony thinking about Janae, still stunned by his reaction to her. He’d felt the current, and when their eyes connected, his gut clenched. In eight years of touring, nothing like this had ever happened—and he’d touched millions of women. Sure, he’d experienced moments of lust, but nothing like what happened tonight. It had been difficult to reign in his thoughts and focus on finishing the concert.

This overwhelming need for a woman was foreign to him. He dated when it suited him. Occasionally things progressed to where they’d sleep together, but that was where it ended. He kept things strictly physical; his emotions did not come into play. What about this particular woman knocked him off balance? When she’d asked “why her,” he’d debated the best way to explain it to her, but had a hard time, mainly because he couldn’t explain it to himself. Even now, he could still feel the spark of awareness that coursed through him when he touched her hand.

Okay, she was a beauty, with a petite body of a goddess, skin the color of melted caramel, expressive brown eyes, high cheekbones and a pair of lips that made him want to taste them—which he was unable to stop himself from doing. When he’d kissed her, the tightening in his chest and the range of emotions that flooded his body had shocked him. Thinking back, he’d probably scared her to death. Hell, he’d scared himself. He had no idea what possessed him to kiss her, but now that he had, her taste would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He’d shoved his hands in his pockets when walking her to the car to keep from pulling her into his arms for another kiss. He had no clue how to stop the rampant desire or confusing emotions spreading through his body. By spending tomorrow with Janae, he intended to figure it out.


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Janae spotted Monte and Donovan across the lobby. “I think they’re standing over next to the fountain, Karen.” She started to say something else, but her breath caught when their eyes connected and he unleashed that sexy grin.

Casually dressed, with their dark good looks, they stood out among the crowd of people going in and out of the lobby. A group of women stared with open appreciation. Two of them actually tried to get them to join their group. Janae felt a surge of jealousy, which didn’t make sense since they weren’t dating. Then she felt a measure of satisfaction at the women’s disappointment when Monte shook his head and pointed in her direction—that didn’t make sense, either.

“Aw, I guess those women will have to find someone else to hang out with, since those two fine brothers are all ours for today,” Karen said with a giggle.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Janae agreed, moving in their direction. But the closer she came to him, the more she began to rethink this whole hanging-out thing. “Too late now,” she mumbled under her breath when he stood before her.

“Hello, ladies. You ready to get this party started?” Monte kissed Janae’s cheek softly.

The feel of his lips lingering against her cheek caused all kinds of crazy sensations to run through her body. “Um...yes.” Both Karen and Donovan stared with weird looks on their faces. “Since we’re only a couple of blocks from the wharf, we can probably walk,” Janae said.

“All right. Let me move the car, and then we can go,” Donovan said.

By design or just coincidence, somehow they’d paired off—Karen with Donovan and she with Monte. They were content to follow the flow of foot traffic without conversing, but every time she glanced Monte’s way, she found him staring at her.

“So, Monte,” Janae started.

“Terrence,” he corrected.

“Excuse me?”

“My name. I’d like for you to call me Terrence. Monte is the name I use for business, but my family and close friends call me Terrence.”

“Um, okay...Terrence. But I’m not a close friend.”

“Not yet.” He smiled. “So, what were you about to say?”

“What?” Her brows knitted in confusion. His smile knocked her thoughts right out of her head.

“You started to say something before we talked about my name.”

“Is Monte a name you made up?”

“No. It’s actually my middle name.” He paused. “I’ll tell you the story behind it another time.”

Another time? She nodded, then remembered her original question. “How long are you staying in San Francisco?”

“Until sometime tomorrow probably. Why? Tired of my company already?” he asked teasingly.

She smiled softly. “No. Just asking.”

“Good, because I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

Terrence reached down and entwined their hands. She stiffened. She felt those same sparks.

He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and bent close to her ear. “It’s all right. I feel it, too.”

After lunch, they checked out several stores lining the wharf. She had a great time and, strangely enough, felt more relaxed with him than she had with any other man.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered.

“I’ll be right here.” Her eyes followed him as he walked toward the front of the store, where Donovan had gestured for him. Karen came up behind her moments later.

“So, are you having a good time with Monte?”

“I didn’t think I would, but yeah, I am. He’s...I don’t know...different.” She leaned her head to one side thoughtfully. “You know, he doesn’t act like a superstar. It’s like he’s this regular guy.” She released a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just thinking I’ll probably never see him after this weekend. He seems like a great guy.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Hel-lo, I live in San Jose and he lives in Los Angeles, not to mention he’s a celebrity. You know, concerts, touring...”

Karen lifted an eyebrow, then folded her arms across her chest. “And that means what? Even celebrities need that special someone.”

Before Janae could respond, she heard her name being called. “Over here, Terrence.”

“Terrence?”

“I’ll explain later. Come on.” They met Terrence and Donovan halfway.

“Did you see something you like, Janae?” Terrence asked.

“Sure, lots of things. But I can’t afford them all.”

Terrence grabbed her hand, pulling her back in the direction she’d come from. “Show me. I’ll buy them for you.”

She snatched her hand from his. “What? No.”

“Is there a problem?”

Janae noticed a few people staring and lowered her voice. “Yes. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. You can’t go around spending your money like that.”

He paused a beat. “Point taken. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Terrence.” She rubbed a hand over her forehead, trying to find the right words to make him understand. “Remember when I told you that I wasn’t a groupie?”

“Yes. And do you remember I told you I don’t have groupies, and you could never be one? Just so you know, I’ve never bought anything for another woman except my grandmother. Are you ready to head out? It’s almost time for the sunset cruise.”

Janae opened her mouth to say something else, but nodded instead. He’s never bought anything for another woman? She followed him out, trying to process his statement. He didn’t talk during the walk, and she sensed she’d hurt his feelings.

They boarded the ship, opting for seats inside. Although the sun shone, the late spring temperatures had cooled considerably with the approach of dusk. Once the boat left the dock, Terrence excused himself to go stand on the deck. Her eyes never left him as he stood against the rail with his hands in his pockets, head bowed. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Doubt crept in again, making her have second thoughts about this excursion. But she did owe him an apology for the way she’d snapped at him in the store.

“I’m going outside for a few minutes, guys.” She left Karen and Donovan to make her way through the crowd of people standing on the deck taking pictures.

She laid a hand on his arm. “Terrence?”

He turned slowly and glanced down. “Hey.”

“I want to apologize if I offended you. I don’t think I explained myself well. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I know.” He draped an arm across her shoulders, pulling her close to his side. “This is unchartered territory for me, so I might mess up sometimes.”

“I hear you.”

“How about we figure this thing out one day at a time and see where it goes?”

“I don’t know if that’s possible. We exist in two different worlds.”

“Anything is possible. We can work out the logistics if you’re agreeable.”

Janae stared out over the water. She had enjoyed his company today, and he seemed to be a nice person. But hadn’t she sworn off men? So why was she contemplating his request? “I’d like that.”

He turned her chin to face him. “So would I.” He touched his mouth to hers gently. He held her close as they continued to watch the approach of the Golden Gate Bridge in the fading sunlight.

“You know, I can’t get over how short you are,” he said, his gaze traveling down her body. “You were much taller last night.”

Janae punched him in the arm. “Hey. No dissin’ my height.” She was grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. They’d been having a good time all afternoon, and she couldn’t recall the last time she’d laughed so much with a man.

“Ow! You hit pretty hard for a little person.” He chuckled while rubbing the spot.

“You’d be surprised what I can do for a little person,” she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

Terrence threw back his head and laughed. “Let’s go back inside and see what kind of snacks they have. I’m hungry.”

* * *

“Monte seems really taken by Janae,” Karen said to Donovan as she watched them through the window.

“Yeah.”

“That’s all good, but if your boy is thinking about trying to hit it and quit it and hurts her, I’ll have his butt tossed off one of these bridges.”

Donovan smiled. “He’s not like that. To tell the truth, I’m a little shocked. I’ve known him for sixteen years, and this is the first time he’s ever done something like this.”

“So you’re saying he’s not a playa?”

This time he outright laughed. “Hardly.” Then he sobered. “He needs someone special. Maybe she’s the one.”

Karen observed Janae and Monte. She and Donovan knew something had happened because they both were quiet. Then she saw them kiss and laugh. “Yes!”

Donovan glanced over his shoulder out the window. “I’m guessing by your enthusiasm, things are going well.”

“I hope this works out. Janae deserves to find a nice guy. She’s had too many jerks in her life.” Karen thought of something. “When we were in the store, she called Monte ‘Terrence.’ Is that another name he uses?”

Donovan’s eyebrows shot up. “Terrence is his first name. He doesn’t share it often, if ever. For him to tell Janae less than twenty-four hours after meeting her says a lot.” Her mouth formed a perfect O, and he laughed softly. “I would appreciate it if you keep it in confidence.”

“No problem. He must really like her. Janae does have that effect on people. She’s the sweetest person I know.” She giggled, thinking Janae just might get her Prince Charming.

* * *

They returned to the hotel a few minutes past midnight. Donovan hugged Karen and Janae, thanked them for a lovely day, then went to wait in the car. Karen told Janae she’d see her upstairs.

“Everybody disappeared. Was it something I said?” Janae asked, wringing her hands.

“Come sit with me for a moment,” Terrence said, gesturing her to the seating area. He sat next to her. Taking her hand, he waited for the familiar warmth to start and smiled. “Janae, I’ve had the most amazing time with you today. I gotta be honest—I’m not ready for it to end. I know we’re going back home tomorrow, but I’d like to talk to you sometimes. Would you be comfortable giving me your phone number?”

She stared at him, seemingly giving serious thought to his request. She stuck out her hand. “Give me your phone. I’ll program my numbers for you.”

Terrence reached in his pocket, pulled out a phone, stuck it back and pulled another one from his other pocket. He unlocked it, opened the contact list, then handed it to her.

“Two phones?” she asked with amusement.

“One for business and one—” he pointed at the phone in her hand “—for personal use. Less than twenty people have this number. Can you put your address in, as well?”

Her fingers stilled. “Why? You’re not going to go buy some expensive gift and send it to me, are you?”

He laughed softly. “No.”

She input the information and passed him the phone.

“Let me call you, so my number will be in your phone. I want you to have it in case you’d like to talk sometimes,” he added quickly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be calling you most of the time.” He called her phone, let it ring once and hung up. “Will you have breakfast with me tomorrow? We can eat in the hotel’s restaurant. How about I meet you right here around eight-thirty?” he asked hopefully.

She seemed to hesitate again before answering. “All right.”

* * *

Terrence enjoyed their quiet breakfast together the next morning. “Tell me something about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “Anything you want to tell me. Your favorite color, dessert...how old you are...”

“Well, I’m twenty-eight, my favorite color is blue and my favorite dessert is strawberry shortcake.”

“What do you do when you’re not teaching?”

“I enjoy painting landscapes. What about you?”

“I’m thirty-one years old, and away from touring, I’m pretty much a homebody. I enjoy reading history and love cooking.”

“Wow. I would have never guessed that about you.”

“Most people don’t. I like to keep my private life private.”

After breakfast, he convinced her to take another walk on the pier. Today the temperatures had dipped, the sun remained hidden behind the clouds and a brisk breeze blew across his face. He felt Janae shiver.

“Are you cold?”

“A little,” she said, closing her jacket around her.

He placed his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer. They continued to stroll past the shops lining the wharf and ended at the rail looking out over the water. Terrence had never felt such contentment. They didn’t need to fill every moment with conversation, and there were no awkward silences. He had no experience with a woman like her. His preference had always been to take a woman out once, maybe sleep with her and then move on. He glanced down at Janae. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy with her.

His gaze drifted to her mouth, and memories of kissing her flooded his mind—the plush softness of her lips, the sweet taste on his tongue. He had to kiss her again. He scanned the area, then saw a private corner.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Here.” He pulled her into the dark area, cupped her face and slanted his mouth over hers. Just like last night, kissing her elicited a desire he’d never felt before. He backed her against the wall and deepened the kiss.

She moaned and tore her mouth away, breathing harshly. “I can’t do this.”

She tried to move around him, but he blocked her path and pulled her back into his arms. “Why?” he whispered, trailing kisses in the curve of her neck.

She pushed against his chest. “I told you. I’m not some groupie. I’m not into playing games where I end up being another notch on your bedpost.”

He rested one hand on the wall over her head. “Are we back to that again? I told you that you could never be a groupie.”

“Terrence, I’m not interested in being one of your playthings.”

“Janae—”

“Have you ever been in a committed relationship?”

“No, but I’ve never mistreated a woman. I’m always up-front with them. That way no one gets hurt.”

“I rest my case.” She moved again.

“Wait a minute.” He released a deep sigh. “I don’t consider myself some kind of playboy. I meet a woman, and if we hit it off, we’ll go out.”

“And sleep together.”

“Sometimes.”

“Then you walk away.”

He remained silent.

She folded her arms. “Okay. So you say you’re not a playboy. Then why do you always walk away? Why haven’t you been in a committed relationship?”

“It’s not that easy, and maybe I haven’t met the right woman.” He captured her mouth again. She pursed her lips tightly together, and he chuckled inwardly. He nipped at her lower lip and teased with tiny licks of his tongue. “Open up, baby.” He plunged into her mouth and caressed the side of her face. Terrence couldn’t get enough of kissing her. At length, he lifted his head.

“Terrence, I don’t think this is a good idea.” She rubbed her temples. “You’re a really nice guy, but I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“I don’t plan to hurt you.”

“Maybe not intentionally, but I can’t take that chance.”

He held her gaze intently, leaned down and kissed her once more, then led her back out.

They walked and talked awhile longer, and then he had to leave—reluctantly. Janae and Karen had a long drive ahead of them, and his band would be waiting for him on their private plane.

Standing outside her hotel room, Terrence let his gaze roam over her face, trying to commit everything about her to memory. “I’ve enjoyed spending the weekend with you, Janae.”

“Me, too.”

He heaved a deep sigh. “I’d better go. I know you and Karen need to get on the road, and the guys will be ready to fly out soon.” He stroked a finger down her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Thank you for your company. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Terrence.”

Terrence used every bit of his control to keep moving in the direction of the elevator. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to know about her. Being with Janae was so different from the women he usually encountered. Most were so enamored with the man called Monte and what they thought he could do for them that they tripped over themselves trying to get his attention. But not Janae; she wasn’t falling over herself to get to him—just the opposite. She seemed more interested in Terrence. The man who would rather spend a quiet evening snuggled in front of a fireplace talking or reading instead of hanging out at a club or some other party. In spite of his stance to remain emotionally detached, something about this woman fascinated him, and he couldn’t wait to see her again. He smiled. No, he wouldn’t send her an expensive gift, but he would visit. Soon.


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Since the band members wanted to have a late lunch, Terrence didn’t leave San Francisco until after five in the evening. He had planned to be home earlier so he could spend time with his grandparents. He’d been away for almost three weeks, and as the only family he had left, he missed them tremendously. His father passed away when Terrence was eighteen, but his mother had walked out of their lives when he was only eight. The old anger that came with the memory surfaced, but he pushed it down, preferring to reminisce on his weekend. Reaching into his pocket, he took out his phone, then pulled up the picture of him and Janae. In her heels, her head barely came to his shoulder; without them, she only reached the middle of his chest. But her petite body was stacked with womanly curves—curves his hands itched to trace.

“Nice picture, Monte. Who is she?” Malik, the band’s bassist, asked over his shoulder.

“Her name is Janae,” Terrence answered without looking up.

“Oh, yeah. She’s the woman we met backstage. I’ve never known you to let someone come back after a show.”

Before Terrence could answer, Lisa, the drummer and only female musician in the band, spoke up. “Get out of Monte’s business, Malik. You’re just mad it’s not you.”

A couple more of the band members started asking questions, and Donovan interrupted. “Hey, Monte. Can you come back here for a moment? I need you to look at something.”

“What do you need me to do?” Terrence asked, taking a seat in the area sectioned off in the rear of the aircraft set up for business.

“Nothing. I wanted to give you a little space for privacy.”

“Thanks, man.”

After several minutes, Donovan spoke again. “You like her a lot, don’t you, T?”

He stared down at the phone in his hand with their picture still on the screen. “Yeah. I do.”

“She seems like a nice person. Do you plan to talk to her or see her again?”

“Yeah. I need to figure out how to see her before our concerts on the East Coast.”

A slow grin curved Donovan’s mouth. “Absolutely amazing. Janae has done what no other woman has, and without trying. Women always try coming on to you, some almost to the point of stalking, but you never even notice. What is it about her? I mean, you’ve come across countless beautiful women.”

“She’s... There’s just something about her.” Terrence shifted his gaze toward the window. “She gets to me,” he said, remembering. Even now, thinking about her made his heart rate kick up. He hoped she and Karen had made it home safely.

* * *

Janae breezed through the school office Monday morning and spoke to the secretary before checking her mailbox. She glanced at the papers, stuck them in her bag, then went to make copies. She had more than half an hour before the students arrived, giving her time to prepare the art activity that would accompany their lesson. Despite her determination to get back to reality, her mind kept straying to her time with Terrence. Contrary to his promise to call, she knew he probably wouldn’t, and decided the time they spent together would go into her book of memories, to be pulled out time and time again.

“Hey, girl.”

Her head popped up when Karen came through the classroom door. “Morning. You just getting here?”

“No. I’ve been here for about an hour. I have some testing to do today, so I needed to get a lesson plan ready for my parent helper who’s coming in.” She came around the table to see what Janae was drawing. “Foil?”

Janae smiled. “Yep. It’s a fun activity, and the best part is that they don’t even know they’re working on their fine motor control.” She had drawn a flower using a black permanent marker and would have the students use colored permanent markers to fill in the spaces. When they finished, not only would they have a beautiful picture, they would have practiced staying within the lines—something to help with the control needed for writing.

Karen took a seat across from her. “Hmm. Maybe I need to have you do all my art projects. I don’t know how you come up with all this stuff. So, did you talk to Terrence last night?”

“No. I’m sure he had a lot to do when he got back. I didn’t really expect to hear from him.”

“Do you think you’ll see him anytime soon?”

“Probably not, but we didn’t really discuss any of that, Miss Nosy.”

“Well, did you guys at least exchange phone numbers?” she asked with exasperation.

“Yes, we did.”

“Finally, something right.”

“Don’t you have to get to your class?”

“Oh, I have a few more minutes to get in your business.”

“So, did you tell Andre about you ‘hanging out’ with a celebrity?”

Karen hopped up from the chair. “What happens in San Francisco...stays in San Francisco. See you later.”

Janae burst out laughing. “Girl, you are too crazy. Did you bring lunch?”

“Yeah. If you brought yours, we can eat in my room.”

“I did, so I’ll meet you later.”

After Karen’s departure, Janae’s mind drifted once again to Terrence. Alone, she admitted to herself that she did want to talk to him and see him again. In her mind, she recalled the rich, deep timbre of his voice and the effortlessly controlled movements of his body onstage. Automatically, her thoughts shifted to his kiss—how his mouth moved slowly but insistently over hers, and how his body felt pressed against hers. She shook herself mentally.

“Get it together, girl. That was a onetime thing—nothing more.” She rose from the table, returned the supplies to their respective places, then went to her desk to check emails.

She answered two from other teachers and one from a parent. Scrolling down, she read one from her brother Devin, and smiled. Four years her senior, he was the youngest of her three brothers and the one she was closest to. He wanted to let her know that he’d be by on Saturday, so she responded and exited her email as the bell rang. Her two paraeducators had yard duty and would escort the students to class. Janae made sure the visual schedules for two of her students with autism were posted on the wall near the door. The schedules helped them know what to expect throughout the day and minimized anxiety. Janae was grateful for her two assistants—their presence allowed the students to have core instruction conducted in small groups.

By the end of the day, Janae felt more than tired. Mondays were always harder for some of the students to get back into their school routine. She immediately changed into comfortable clothes when she got home, then went to sit on the terrace outside her bedroom. The late-May temperatures hovered in the mid-seventies, with a slight breeze. She inhaled deeply, feeling her body start to unwind after the long day. She leaned back on the lounger, closed her eyes and started to drift off.

She startled when her cell phone rang. Reaching blindly, she searched the small table next to her, picked it up and read the display. She jerked upright when she read Terrence Campbell. She let it ring a couple more times before she answered.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Janae. It’s Terrence.”

Was his voice this sexy before? “Hi. Did you make it back home okay?”

“Yes, although we didn’t leave until after five. How did your day go?”

“Hectic, but good. What about you?”

“Same as yours. I’m still at my office and will probably be here for at least three more hours,” he answered with a sigh.

Janae glanced at her watch and frowned. “It’s already close to five o’clock. That’s kind of late, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I have a lot to do. I miss you.”

Momentarily stunned silent, she sat holding the phone. He missed her? Didn’t they meet three days ago? How could he miss her without really knowing her?

“Janae, are you still there?”

“Huh? Oh, yes. I’m still here. I miss you, too,” she added softly. It might be crazy, but she did.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting out on my terrace relaxing before I start dinner. Speaking of dinner, if you’re going to be working so late, when are you going to eat?”

“You sound like my grandmother. She always calls me when I’m on the road to make sure I’m eating. But to answer your question, I’ll have something ordered in.”

“Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful woman.”

“She is.”

Janae heard the deep affection in his voice. “It sounds like you love her a lot.”

“If it weren’t for her and my grandfather, I don’t know where I’d be.”

Janae sensed a story behind those words, one that held a certain degree of sadness. “So tell me about your middle name—Monte.”

“My grandfather is a huge fan of Negro League baseball, and his favorite player was Monte Irvin. Well, his actual name was Monford, but my dad liked Monte better, so they compromised, and that’s how I got my middle name.”

“Did your grandfather want you to become a baseball player?”

“No. He knows music has always been my passion. It’s been that way since I was a kid.”

“Well, I’m glad that music is your passion.” She laughed. “I like your music. You use real instruments, not to mention you have a great voice. There’s nothing like the sound created by the layering of those instruments, but they don’t overpower your voice.”

He cleared his throat. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“Aw, are you blushing?”

“Nah. Men don’t blush. Hang on a minute, Janae.” She heard muffled voices, and then he came back on the line. “I have to go.”

“Okay. It was nice talking to you, and don’t forget to eat.”

“I won’t. I enjoyed talking to you, too. I want to see you again...soon. We’ll talk about it next time. Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Terrence.”

Baby? Surely he didn’t mean anything by it, but her traitorous heart leaped just the same.

* * *

Terrence was still smiling when he hung up the phone. He glanced over to see Donovan’s smirk. “What?”

“Baby? You met her, what...two...three days ago, and now she’s your baby?”

Terrence picked up a folder and thrust it at Donovan. “Didn’t you need to talk to me about the upcoming schedule?”

Donovan snatched the folder and tossed it back on the desk. “That can wait. I want to talk about you and Ms. Simms.” He leaned back in the chair and stroked his chin. “Let’s see. I’ve known you since you were a dorky fifteen-year-old, and I don’t remember ever hearing you call any woman you were supposedly dating ‘baby.’”

“How do you know? You weren’t with me every second,” Terrence countered.

“I didn’t need to be, T. Even though you date, you always maintain this kind of distance. You treat women with respect and are very considerate, but I think they sense your inaccessibility. Think about it. Remember those women in Chicago, New York and Atlanta? One date, and you dropped them like a bad habit. Not to mention all the others—same thing. And, as far as public displays of affection, you’ve only been seen occasionally holding hands—maybe.” He leaned forward. “No kissing.”

Terrence frowned. “Damn, D. You need to get a life. Maybe you’re the one who needs a woman, or a hobby. And if you don’t have enough to do here, I can find something to keep you busy.”

Donovan merely smiled. “Oh, and all this smiling and laughing...you sure your system won’t go into shock?”

“You can be replaced, Donovan.”

Donovan’s laughter rang out in the office.

Long after his friend’s departure, Terrence sat thinking about Janae. Hearing her soft, sweet voice made all kinds of sensations swirl in the pit of his stomach. A strange reaction for him because, when it came to women, emotions were never a part of the equation. He had yet to figure out why this particular woman had him acting so out of character. And when he’d blurted out that he missed her... Terrence shut his eyes and cursed under his breath. Why had he said that? He had never missed a woman in his life other than his grandmother. He’d felt a moment of panic when Janae hadn’t responded, but he’d relaxed when she’d confessed to missing him, too.

Two days later, staring out of his office window, he still couldn’t get her off his mind. His secretary poked her head in to remind him of the staff meeting. He stood and headed for the conference room.

Terrence half listened to the updates from the different departments in his record company. Unlike the larger companies, he had a limited number of artists represented under his label and preferred to keep it that way. He was less interested in turning a quick profit by putting out several one-hit wonders and more concerned with developing an artist for longevity in the business. He wanted each person to feel as if he or she was an individual, instead of a product. His father had always stressed the importance of treating people with respect. Terrence could hear his voice as clearly as if his father was sitting right next to him. If you respect the people who work for you, they’ll respect you and work hard. Respect is earned, and remember that money isn’t always the most important thing.

Usually music and everything related to it filled his thoughts, but today something—rather, someone—else dominated the space in his brain. He’d sent Janae flowers and hoped she’d received them. He made a mental note to call her, then turned his attention back to his business manager’s report. At the conclusion of the meeting, everyone filtered out slowly, until only Donovan, Audrey, his business manager, and Brad, the company’s attorney, remained.

Terrence had met Audrey when they were paired up for a business class project in college, and she introduced him to Brad, whom she married right after graduation. They, along with Donovan, were part of his small circle of friends, and there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for each other.

“Are you okay, Terrence?” Audrey asked as she closed the door.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. You seem preoccupied, which is totally unlike you when it comes to business or music.”

“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” Brad added. “For the past couple of days, you’ve been acting strange. Did something happen when you were in the Bay Area?”

“Yeah, Terrence. Did something happen?” Donovan asked with a grin.

Audrey came back to the table. “You were there, Donovan. I thought the concert went off without a hitch and you guys took a couple of days to wind down.”

“We did,” Donovan confirmed with a smile.

Terrence glared at him. “I’m fine. Is there anything else?”

Audrey stared at him for a long moment. “What did you do in San Francisco, Terrence? I’m trying to get Brad to take me.”

“We hung out on the pier sightseeing and took one of the sunset cruises to the Golden Gate Bridge.”

“Ooh, that sounds romantic. Too bad you didn’t have someone to share it with.” She sighed wistfully.

Terrence didn’t comment, but noted the grin on Donovan’s face.

Audrey came around the table and placed her arms around Terrence. “It’s all right. You don’t have to tell me her name...yet.”

Terrence whirled around in his chair. “What? How did you...?”

She arched an eyebrow and smiled knowingly. “Women’s intuition, and you have the signs.”

“What signs?”

“I’m not telling my secrets.” She pulled out the chair next to Donovan and sat. “Okay, Mr. Wright, tell me all about her. Where did he meet her? What does she look like? Does she seem like a nice person? And please don’t tell me she’s one of those stalker groupies.” She shuddered.

Donovan chuckled and shook his head.

“What? I need to make sure she’s worthy of my little brother.”

They all laughed. She’d been calling Terrence her brother since their college days, and every time she introduced him as such, people stared in disbelief at the five-foot-eight-inch, blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty with the dazzling smile standing next to the tall, handsome chocolate-skinned man.

As Donovan began to speak, Terrence’s phone rang.

He quickly dug it out of his pocket, thinking something had happened to one of his grandparents. They were the only ones who called his personal cell during the day.

When he saw the display, his features softened. He stood and quickly left the room, not caring about the laughter he heard behind him.


Chapter 4 (#ulink_8fe956f3-8de1-50b8-b361-994280736aa3)

Janae was surprised when she opened her door to a florist carrying a huge arrangement of pink roses and white calla lilies. She tried to tip the delivery person, but the man told her it had been taken care of. She thanked him and carried the flowers to an end table in her living room. She pulled off the card and opened the envelope.



Thinking of you, Terrence.



A huge grin blossomed on her face. Already, the fragrance of the flowers filled the space. She started to put the card back, but decided it would be better off in the nightstand by her bed. Then her smile faded. As much as she didn’t want to, her mind questioned why he’d sent them. The last man to give her flowers was Carter Harris. They dated for six months before he turned possessive. He used the excuse that he loved her and was afraid she’d leave him. After they’d slept together once, he got worse and she had been ready to end their relationship.

He sent flowers, thinking that she would show her appreciation by not breaking things off and sleeping with him again. When Janae refused, he got rough. But her three brothers had taught her how to protect herself. The surprise blows to his face and groin gave her time to escape to her bedroom, where she locked the door and called Devin. One minute she heard Carter banging on her door and yelling, the next she heard her brother threatening him with bodily harm and to call the police if he didn’t leave. She hadn’t heard from Carter since that incident almost three years ago.

What would Terrence expect in return? He didn’t seem to possess the same arrogance as Carter and had treated her with respect the entire time they were together. But there were many superstars who expected women to fall at their feet.

She released a deep sigh. This was supposed to be a fantasy, and in fantasies, things did not get this complicated. Maybe she should stop this madness before it got started. The last thing she wanted or needed was another man to shatter her heart. Janae knew that however she felt, she did need to call and thank him for the flowers. She hesitated a moment, then picked up the phone.

“Hi, Terrence,” she said when he answered. “It’s Janae. I’m calling to thank you for the flowers.”

“You’re welcome. Did you like them?”

“I did. They’re very lovely.”

“I hoped you wouldn’t get upset.”

“Why would I get upset?”

“Do you remember what you said when I asked for your address?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a giggle. “Well, I guess I can make an exception for flowers.”

“Good.”

They both fell silent for a moment. “Well, I know you’re probably busy. I only wanted to let you know how much I appreciate the flowers.”

“I’m glad you like them. Are you going to be busy this weekend?”

“Probably not. Why?”

“The rest of my week will be really busy, so I may not be able to call you until then.”

“It’s no problem. We’ll talk whenever you have some time. Go back to work. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Talk to you soon.”

* * *

He disconnected and inhaled deeply. I need to see her. He walked back into the room and met the smiling faces of his friends. “Don’t you people have work to do?”

“We do. So the quicker you spill the beans, the quicker we can get to it,” Brad said.

Audrey rubbed her hands together with glee. “Come on. What’s she like? Is she pretty? Nice?”

Terrence knew they wouldn’t leave until they had answers, so he brought up the picture of him and Janae on his phone and handed it to Audrey.

“She’s gorgeous.”

Brad leaned over her shoulder. “I agree. She’s a beauty. Where did you meet her?”

Terrence shot a quick glance at Donovan, then back to Brad. “At the concert.”

Brad’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought you said she wasn’t a groupie.”

“She’s not,” Terrence snapped.

Donovan jumped in and told them what transpired the night of the concert and the rest of the weekend. “She seems like a really nice person.”

“Does she live in San Francisco, Terrence?” Audrey asked.

“No. San Jose.”

“Hmm, a long-distance relationship can be tricky, especially with all the traveling you do,” she noted thoughtfully.

“I know,” Terrence replied. Although it wasn’t as if he was thinking relationship. He didn’t do relationships. At the same time, he couldn’t get her off his mind.

“Man, I don’t think it’s wise for you to get caught up in this kind of thing. Maybe you should just sleep with her and move on. Like Audrey said, she’s geographically undesirable,” Brad said.

Terrence knew Brad meant well, but couldn’t stop the surge of annoyance that welled up.

Audrey punched her husband in the arm. “That’s not what I said, Brad. I said a long-distance relationship is tricky, not impossible.”

The anger on Terrence’s face was plain.

“Way to go, Brad. And why would you tell him to ‘just sleep with her and move on’? Didn’t you see the look on his face when she called?” She rolled her eyes and jumped to her feet.

Brad’s face reddened, and he tried to backpedal. “I’m sorry, Terrence. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“For a man who’s supposed to be able to read facial expressions and body language as an integral part of his job, you can be so dense sometimes.” Audrey turned to Terrence. “Terrence, if you feel she’s special, then you should go after her.” She shrugged. “That’s my two cents.” She glared at her husband, snatched up her belongings and stormed out.

“What does that mean?” a confused Brad asked.

Donovan chuckled. “Man, you stepped in it this time. What your wife is trying to say is, as a lawyer, you should have been able to look at Terrence’s face when Janae called and know that she’s more than some booty call.” At Brad’s continued blank look, he shook his head. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“No. What am I missing?”

“In all the years you’ve known Terrence, how has he behaved when it came to women?”

Brad shrugged. “More or less had a take-it-or-leave-it attitude.”

“And, even when he dated?”

“He still seemed somewhat detached. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember seeing him with the same woman twice.”

“When you look at Audrey, what happens to your facial expression and your body language?”

His eyes widened. “I...oh...you’re right. I’ve never seen him look like that before.”

“Bingo.” Donovan stood.

“I’ll be in my office,” Terrence grumbled, annoyed they were talking about him as though he treated women badly.

Brad stood quickly, following them out. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

“Terrence will be fine. You should probably start with your wife, since she thinks you’re dense,” Donovan said with a laugh.

* * *

Terrence sat at his desk staring out the window when Donovan closed the door and took a seat on the sofa.

Neither spoke for several minutes, and then Donovan asked, “You okay, man?”

Terrence slowly rotated in his chair. “I’m cool.”

“I don’t think Brad meant any harm.” He chuckled and shook his head. “But he pissed Audrey off. You know how protective of you she is.”

Terrence smiled faintly.

“What are you going to do about Janae?”

“I’m going to see her.”

“You’re serious about her.”

“I’m not serious about anyone.”

He shook his head. “What do you need me to do?”

“I’d like to go on Saturday.”

“I’ll make sure the jet is ready and get you a car. When do you want to fly back?”

“Depends. No later than Sunday, though. We both have to work on Monday.”

Donovan nodded and stood. “I’ll let you know when everything is finalized.”

“Thanks, D. And tell Audrey to go easy on Brad.”

“I will, and you tell Mrs. Lewis we didn’t do anything to you. She was fussing and asking if we upset you when I came in. I swear you’ve got better protection than the president.” The fifty-something-year-old secretary watched over Terrence like a mama bear protecting her cub.

“What can I say?” Terrence shrugged. “I’m leaving in about half an hour. I want to be home early so I can spend time with my folks.”

“That’s fine. Tell them I said hello. We’ll be closing up shop before that anyway. I’ll be right behind you.” He opened the door and turned back. “I should have everything ready for your trip by midmorning tomorrow.”

“Okay. Later.”

* * *

Terrence hit the play button on his home studio’s audio system, listening once again to the demo he’d received the previous day. Something bothered him about the recording, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. After three repeats, he shut down the system. He knew exactly what he needed to do to relax—cook. A smile creased his face. He would surprise his grandparents by cooking dinner for them.

Due to the lateness of the hour, he settled on a simple meal of grilled salmon, wild rice and steamed broccoli. After he finished cooking, Terrence walked through the breezeway that connected his grandparents’ cottage to his house. When he’d had the house built, they had adamantly refused to live with him, citing his privacy and being burdensome among their reasons. They had finally relented when he told them they would have their own two-bedroom, one-bath cottage, complete with living room and kitchen.

“Grandma. Grandpa. Where are you?” he called out as he entered through the side door off the kitchen. Terrence continued to the living room and found them watching TV.

His grandmother stood as quickly as her seventy-two-year-old body allowed and engulfed him in a tight hug. “Hi, baby.” She reached up and palmed his cheeks. “How are you, sweetheart? You look tired.”

He held on to her, basking in the unconditional love he always found in her arms. “A little tired, but I’m good. You’re looking beautiful as usual.”

His grandfather slowly came to his feet. “Hey, boy. Quit trying to sweet-talk my wife,” he teased.

Terrence laughed. “Hi, Grandpa.” They embraced. “Well, she is a beautiful woman.”

His grandfather gazed at his grandmother with glowing eyes. “That she is. Still as beautiful as the day I met her.”

Terrence was used to the affection his grandparents displayed toward one another. Ray Campbell, Sr. and Eleanor Davis Campbell were as much in love now as they had been during his childhood. For the first time in his life, he began to wonder what it would feel like to have a love that spanned more than five decades.

“Is everything okay, Terrence?” his grandmother asked.

“What did you say, Grandma?”

“I asked if everything was okay. You had this strange look on your face.”

“Everything’s fine. I came to tell you I cooked dinner so you guys can come eat.”

“What a nice surprise.” His grandfather patted him on the shoulder. “You didn’t have to cook dinner for us. We know how hard you’ve been working.”

“I wanted to do it. It’s been three weeks since we’ve been together, and I missed you.” After returning from the latest round of touring, he had been working late, and his grandparents were asleep by the time he made it home.

“Well, what are we waiting for? I’m starved,” his grandmother said, starting off.

After his grandfather blessed the food, the only sounds that could be heard for the first several minutes were forks scraping against plates.

“Son, this is really good. Now, don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Jones is a great cook, but I sure enjoy when you get in the kitchen.”

Terrence’s housekeeper, Mrs. Jones, occasionally stepped in as cook when he went on tour, or on the days his grandmother didn’t prepare meals. “Thanks, Grandpa.”

“I agree. It’s a shame you don’t have a special lady here to share these fabulous meals.” His grandmother forked up another portion and moaned appreciably.

Terrence glanced over at her innocent expression. “Grandma?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” she answered pleasantly.

“We’ve had this conversation before.”

She patted his arm. “I know, dear. But your grandpa and I aren’t getting any younger. We don’t want you to spend the rest of your life alone.” She leaned closer and winked. “And we want a couple of great-grandchildren before the Lord calls us home.”

He looked to his grandfather for help.

“Sorry. I’m with your grandmother. We won’t be here forever, and I’d feel better knowing you had someone to share your life with. Besides, I haven’t had anyone to bounce on my knee in quite some time.”

“I think you’d make a great husband and father. Any young woman would be lucky to have you,” his grandmother added.

Terrence dropped his head. They’d had this conversation many times, even more so in the past year. He wasn’t willing to open himself up for the kind of hurt love could bring—he’d been there, done that. An image of Janae’s shy smile floated through his mind, and along with it, the familiar stirring in his gut—feelings that seemed to have taken on a life of their own. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply, trying to force the feelings away. He felt his grandmother’s hand gently cover his own.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Terrence lifted his head and opened his eyes, noting the speculative looks on his grandparents’ faces. He kissed the back of her hand. “I’m fine, Grandma.” He picked up his fork. She continued to observe him, and he sought to reassure her. “Really, I’m okay.” He looked down minutes later to see that they had finished eating. “If you guys are done, leave your plates here, and I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“Are you sure?” his grandfather asked as he stood.

“Yes.”

“Well...okay.” His grandmother caressed his face. “I sense something going on with you, but I won’t pry. You’re our special angel, and we love you. If you want to talk, we’ll be here...no matter what time it is.” She accepted her husband’s help from the chair.

“I know, and I love you both.” Terrence stood, stacked the plates and took them to the kitchen. As soon as they were gone, he braced his hands on the counter, then took several deep breaths. He’d made it his life’s mission to stay away from serious commitment. Now he found himself actually pursuing a woman. What else could he call contemplating flying across the state for the sole purpose of seeing Janae?


Chapter 5 (#ulink_108e30bb-8c08-5b30-a213-6b2681d98a6d)

Janae opened the door Saturday morning to her big brother’s smiling face.

“Hey, baby girl,” Devin said, picking her up and swinging her around like he’d done when she was small.

“Hi,” she said with a laugh. “Put me down, you nut, and come in.”

He gently set her on her feet. “How are you?”

“I’m good. What about you?”

Devin followed her to the kitchen. “No complaints. It smells good in here.”

“I knew you’d be hungry, so I fixed you breakfast.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet. That’s why you’re my favorite sister,” he said with a wink.

“I’m your only sister. I just need to make the omelets. Everything else is ready.”

Devin went to the sink to wash his hands. “I can dice the peppers and mushrooms.”

“Already done. You can set the table and pour the juice.”

“Okay,” he said, reaching into the cabinets for plates.

Janae finished the omelets, brought everything to the table, then sat.

Devin took a seat next to her, reached for her hand and blessed their food. He cut into the omelet and groaned with the first bite. “Man, I’ve missed your omelets. Mine never come out like this.”

“Oh, I see. That’s why you really stopped by. And here I thought you wanted to spend some quality time with your only sister.”

“Hey, I didn’t ask you to cook. We could have gone out.”

“Yeah, uh-huh,” she said, rolling her eyes.

He reached for the jar of jam in the center of the table. “Please tell me this is some of Mom’s peach jam.” He spread some on his biscuit and took a huge bite. “Mmm, I love this stuff.”

Janae folded her arms and lifted an eyebrow. “Sorry to disappoint you, sport, but Mom did not make that.”

He paused midbite and frowned. “Then who made it?”

“I did.”

“You know how to make her jams?”

She winked, giving him a self-satisfied smile.

Devin picked up her hand. “Janae, if you give me a jar of this, I’ll wash your car, your windows, clean the kitchen...”

She snatched her hand back and fell out laughing. “I’ll settle for you washing the car. You can have one jar each of peach and strawberry.” She shook her head at his look of pure delight as he finished his meal.

“Thanks, baby girl. That hit the spot.” He leaned back and patted his belly. “By the way, have you heard from Lawrence lately?”

Janae spun around from the sink where she stood rinsing the dishes. “No. Why? Have you seen him?”

“No, but I noticed that huge floral arrangement in the living room.”

“Please, even when we were dating and he was supposedly in love with me, he never bought me flowers.” Lawrence Mason, a fellow teacher and the last man she’d dated, claimed to love her. They had discussed marriage until she was selected for a teaching position they’d both applied for. He had even gone so far as to suggest that she turn the position down so he could get it, citing his need for a larger salary if they were to be married. She’d refused and broken off the relationship a year ago. He’d harassed her until she threatened to go to the police and report him to the school board. Out of the blue, he’d called three months ago, blaming her for his contract not being renewed, and wouldn’t believe that she had no idea what he was talking about.

“So where did you get the flowers from? I didn’t see a card.”

Thank goodness I put the card away. “Just someone I met.” She shrugged, grabbed her keys off the wall hook and tossed them to Devin. “Don’t you think you should get started on the car?”

He stood and chuckled. “So you’re not going to tell me? I’ll have Erik get your phone records and see if any names pop up.”




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