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things will keep you hopping once you arrive, huh?” I waited, wondering if she’d say anything about us getting together after the plane landed.
    “I haven’t been sleeping much with eighteen-hour work days,” she said. “I’m lucky I remember that I’m headed on a plane for Paris, let alone your name, Tommy.”
    I felt like I’d been kicked in the nuts. Okay, so she’d gotten weird afterward, but we’d had an awesome time before that—at least she’d seemed to like it. Seriously, I was Tucker Benning. I normally left girls begging for more. The fact that Nikki had forgotten my name was—
    “What’s the matter, Tucker , cat got your tongue?’
    I narrowed my eyes at her as I processed her smile. “You bitch! You set me up!”
    She nodded as she gathered up her purse and laptop case. “Yeah, but it was pretty priceless. I bet you have girls fawning all over you. ‘Oh Tucker, you’re the best I’ve ever had’ and ‘Oh Tucker, just kiss me one more time.’ Sorry, but I’m not the type to fawn.”
    I raised a brow. “Yeah, I think I got that when you ignored me after you got yours. Damn, lady, talk about using and abusing a man. Isn’t it normally the guy that rolls over and falls asleep after sex?”
    She lowered her voice just slightly. “We didn’t have sex.”
    “No, but what we did have was damn great.”
    She snorted. “How can you say that? You didn’t… you didn’t…” She suddenly turned red, surprising me once again that someone so bold could still blush so easily.
    “No, but you did. And still, it was the best fucking experience of my life,” I said, stunned at how much I meant it.
    She stared at me wide-eyed and we remained silent through the smooth landing. When it was time to disembark, I stood. “So, princess, are you the type who likes cream in her coffee and extra crepes?” I asked as we made our way into the line. Getting off a plane always reminds me of a zombie apocalypse, everyone out of it and shuffling along. It’s the worst. Still, it gave me a few more minutes with Nikki.
    “Why?” she asked.
    “I want to imagine what you’re having for breakfast in the morning. Because it doesn’t look like I’m going to be there, am I?”
    She licked her lips and hesitated. Her eyes flickered with something hot before resignation settled in. “I’m sorry, Tucker. It was fun meeting you, but no, I don’t think breakfast is a good idea.”
    I nodded and shrugged, even though everything inside me was screaming a denial and urging me to change her mind. “It was fun meeting you, too, Nikki,” I said. “Good luck at your show.”
    Before long, we were off the plane and in the airport terminal. I hung back, and Nikki walked ahead of me, though her stride didn’t seem as smooth as it had back in New York.
    The boots must be getting to her.
    I watched her go, hoping that she’d stop and glance at me, maybe even change her mind and come back, but she didn’t. Soon, she disappeared from sight.
    Go after her! that something inside me urged once again.
    But hell no. It wasn’t worth it.
    She wasn’t worth it.
    Guys like Liam Collier got to ride off into the sunset with his true love, Abby, or some shit like that. He’d always believed he’d find the girl of his dreams, have two-point-five kids and drive a minivan. Guys like me? That’s not what I wanted.
    I was a rock star who liked women and booze and partying hard. Even if my best friend had gone soft, it didn’t mean I had to.
     
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    I had the cash to stay at a fancy five-star hotel by the Seine, but it seemed excessive given it was just me and I probably wouldn’t be staying in Paris very long now that my reason for being there was gone (thank you, Nikki). Besides, staying at big hotels reminded me of how many I’d trashed back in the day. I can shove a TV out of a fifth story suite like no one alive. Keith Richards once complimented me on my aim, come to think of it. But while I didn’t exactly regret