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after studying him some more and drawing a blank on his face.
    “Have you ever heard of the band Blindside?”
    “Um, not really. I mean, sort of. The name isn’t totally unfamiliar, I guess.”
    “Oh, I’m flattered,” Nate said. He tried to sound hurt, but he was still smiling.
    “What does that have to do with anything?” Chelsea asked.
    “I’m the singer and guitarist,” he said, “We’re pretty popular.”
    Of course, of frigging course, Chelsea thought. He was a fucking rock star. King of all bad boys, outranking the bikers, the fighters, and all the other subgenres. Musicians were doubly dangerous. Besides the alluring danger of the tough guy image, they had the whole tortured artist thing going for them. Their art gave you a glimpse of a sensitive side that never quite materialized in real life. What woman could resist a hurt, broken man who probably just needed a little love? Musicians were like poets with sexy attitudes and colorful pasts, and Nate wasn’t just any musician. He was a famous one, a rock star. Chelsea had enough musicians in her past to know all about Nate and his type.
    No wonder her libido was out of control. She mentally rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead. Why couldn’t her car have broken down in front of an investment banker’s house? Then she could have just called her brother and gone on her merry little way without her body heating up and thinking about doing things she had been abstaining from. The fact that her libido had developed into a little voice in her head made her wonder if the damn Australian Incident had long lasting consequences or if her abstinence had just been too long.
    Chelsea couldn’t think of a thing to say. She was too busy trying desperately to squash both her desire to run and her desire to drag him into the woods and take off his pants and, well, enough said there, really. She started walking again, quickly, to try to get all this over with as soon as possible.
    “I can see how that must be stressful. Touring, and interviews, I guess, and trashing hotel rooms. That’s probably quite, um, taxing,” she said finally.
    She tried to keep her tone light to hide her fear. She was fairly certain that rock stars, like Rottweilers, could smell fear. Then they’d exploit it and seduce you right out of your underwear, your common sense and your heart.
    “I don’t spend a lot of time in the States,” Chelsea said feeling that she had to explain why she didn’t recognize him, “I’m not that current when it comes to bands, or movies or anything else really. My friends say I’m a pop culture vacuum.”
    Great, she was babbling.
    “We’re popular all over Europe,” Nate said helpfully.
    He was still grinning. What was it with this guy and his unstoppable grin? It made his eyes sparkle and her feel like a puddle of heat. It was all she could do not to fan herself.
    “Oh, well, I tend to filter out the stuff that comes from America, you know? So I get an idea of local culture and ideas,” she said vehemently.
    Yes, talk about work. Work will put the sexy man into perspective.
    Nate stared back at her blankly.
    “Any reason you’re so adamant about avoiding American stuff?” Nate asked finally.
    They had almost arrived at the end of the driveway and Chelsea was relieved to be one step closer to getting away from him and his smell, his smile, his eyes... Just everything, really.
    “I’m a travel writer,” Chelsea explained, “I write for a few different magazines and contribute to a lot of travel guides. There’s no point in reporting back about MTV on German television or that you can still be assured of getting McDonald’s in every major city.”
    “I’ve seen MTV in German,” Nate said with a laugh. “It’s kind of disorienting.”
    Chelsea nodded in agreement. She knew firsthand just how disorienting. She wondered if his experience involved large mugs of beer and a man named Bittan.
    “So, why aren’t you off in some exotic locale