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in their own lives. They were more acquaintances than BFFs anyway.
    It was part of why that night with Chris in Chicago had been such heady stuff—he’d made her feel like she never had to be alone again. And now here she was.
    Alone. Pregnant. Such a freaking cliché.
    Tears pricked at her eyes again.
    “Okay.” Ellie eyed the tent with its impressive security force, determination firming her expression. “Come on.”
    “What are you doing?” Trina asked as Ellie tugged her around behind the stage.
    “Creating a diversion.”

Chapter Two
    “Ready to go, rock star?”
    Chris worked his jaw, trying to release the muscles in his cheeks that had begun to cramp after two consecutive hours of smiling for the camera. “Is that the last of them?”
    “The last we have time for today,” his manager, Marty, explained. “We need to get you to your flight. You need your beauty rest before the morning shows tomorrow.”
    Chris grimaced, feeling his cheek muscles pull. He loved his job. He wasn’t going to complain about smiling for the screaming fans or jetting off for an early morning television appearance, but there were days his life didn’t feel like his life.
    He was always going where they told him, doing what they told him, always on , always the Addition Magician, and so rarely allowed to just be Chris anymore. But he’d wanted this. It was the dream.
    “We’ll just give security a few minutes to clear a path to the town car and then we’ll be ready to roll,” Marty went on, his attention locked on his iPhone as he managed Chris’s world with seamless efficiency. “While I’ve got you here, I was hoping to find a minute to talk to you about your image.”
    “What’s wrong with it?” Chris worked the kinks out of his neck and shoulders. For the moment, they were alone inside the tent and he could relax. Marty’s words didn’t alarm him—Marty was always trying to fix this or tweak that to make him more marketable.
    “Nothing is wrong with it! Your image is perfect! We love your image!” Marty gushed, looking up from his phone. “We just need to be careful right now.”
    “Careful how?”
    “We have to walk a tightrope with you—you need to be a sex symbol, but a family friendly one.”
    “Meaning?”
    Marty grimaced. “I’ve been looking at your ratings over the last few years—while you were with Daniella there was a noticeable drop. Your fans don’t like to think of you as taken. But when that woman in Tulsa claimed she was having your baby—”
    “That was a hoax. I never even slept with her.”
    “I know. But it still sent your ratings into the shitter for three weeks. If you’re too much of a dog, your fans hate that even more than when you’re off the market. So you can’t be hooking up with a new girl in every port.”
    “I haven’t been.” He hadn’t been with anyone since Chicago two months ago. He hadn’t had the time, the energy, or the interest.
    “I know—you’ve been great, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt for you to know what the stakes are, just in case you’re feeling frisky.”
    Chris cringed at the word frisky—and the idea that his manager was now managing his sex life. Did that mean he’d definitively made it ?
    “No random hook ups and no long term commitments that make you unavailable,” Marty went on. “This is a pivotal moment for us. Until we negotiate this new contract with the network, you have to be squeaky clean, but also fantasy bait.”
    “So everyone has to want to sleep with me, but I’m not allowed to sleep with anyone.”
    Marty smiled, oblivious to his sarcasm. “Precisely.”
    “Lovely.”
    Chris couldn’t really be annoyed with Marty for micromanaging his relationships. He’d chosen this life.
    When he’d gone on Romancing Miss Right in order to build his platform and get the funding for The Addition Magician , he’d made his love life fair game. He was a contractor, but he knew he owed his fame and his success more to his