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someone
like Jack would come this far to see me. I mean, the guy could have anyone he
wants?"
     
    "But
he wants you."
     
    "Does
he though? Or is this just some kind of game? I mean, it's not like the money's
an issue for him. Maybe he just wanted a few more American fucks and knew I was
sure thing."
     
    "Don't
be ridiculous. He likes you a lot."
     
    I
knew better than to think that amazing sex necessarily equaled genuine
feelings. “How can you be so sure?"
     
    "Cause
when he got a hold of me, he wouldn't take no for an answer, and he said nicer
things about you than even I would say."
     
    "Really?"
     
    "Yeah,"
she said. "And you know if I didn't think you should give him a chance,
I'd say so."
     
    "I
know."
     
    "But
he's one of the good guys, Audrey," she said. "So don't blow
it."
     
     
     
     

Chapter
6: Jack
     
     
     
    I
was in such a good mood when I left Audrey's, I was sure people in the street
could sense it. 
     
    And
why wouldn't I be? I'd just flown around the world without knowing if she would
even let me in, and she was delighted to see me. 
     
    And
so was her body. I felt pins and needles just thinking about the way she
shuddered over me, the way it felt to have her breasts pinned against my chest.
     
    She
was such a gorgeous woman it was hard to believe that she hadn't been snatched up. She’d
obviously been dating the wrong guys. Even the fact that she thought I stood
her up was unfathomable to me.
     
    Had
she really been treated so poorly in the past that she would allow herself to
believe that?
     
    It
was like she had no idea how much she had going for her. I didn't know how she
could be so confident and yet so self-unaware. And I felt ridiculously
fortunate that our paths crossed when they did because I really needed some
excitement in my life, some direction, some inspiration. 
     
    Maybe
she didn't believe in muses, but she certainly made me a believer. I felt like
I could do anything when I looked in her eyes, like I could be anything. Not
only did I like her, but I liked myself better when I was with her.
     
    Her
taste was still on my lips as I walked through the doors of the shopping
center, dodging the people flowing towards the exit like a fish swimming
upstream. Having her again worked up my appetite, and I needed something to
settle my stomach before I tried to nap. 
     
    I
considered getting room service, but I didn't want the challenge of trying to stay
awake while I waited for it. I figured it was better to get something now and
let it digest as I made my way back to the hotel. 
     
    So
while it was never my intention to walk into the bookstore, it was like my feet
had a mind of their own. And before I knew it, I’d made my way to the health
and fitness section and found myself standing in front of my book. 
     
    There
I was on the cover. Arms crossed over my bare chest while a stethoscope hung between
my pecs. Why I ever agreed to that was beyond me, but at least my agent was
right. It did sell books. 
     
    I
picked up the hardcover copy on top of the small stack and turned it over in my
hands. It wasn't dusty or anything, but it was weird to see so few copies when
the last thing I remember was having a prominent display in every book store
across the country. 
     
    The
blurb on the back was short and professional. It listed my medical credentials
and the testimonials from people whose lives I helped change before I decided
to write the book. 
     
    And
reading it again was bittersweet. 
     
    I
knew writing it was a good thing. I helped a lot of people improve their
quality of life in a massive and measurable way, and that was definitely
something I was proud of. 
     
    But
I hadn't done much since, and it was hard to imagine that a weight loss book might
be my greatest life's work, especially when I was still so young. 
     
    Sure,
I threw myself into a lot of expensive hobbies, which is what I imagine most
guys would do if they started earning fuck you money at