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Tell us a little bit about you.
My name is Dominic Price, bassist for the rock band Black Phoenix. Perhaps you’ve heard of us. About ten years ago we topped the Billboard charts—a multi-platinum band whose last album was the most successful of its century. Until the day our drummer overdosed, and my best mate and lead singer, Noah Clark, fell apart, taking down the band with him. I live in London, England, but am currently in California recording our first album after a ten year hiatus. I don’t care much for California—too many memories I just can’t escape.
What did you think the first time you saw your heroine, Rebecca?
The first time I saw Rebecca was three years ago and I was completely gobsmacked. Her hair is like fire and all I could think about is what it would look like draped across my skin. I had to have her, and did—in the back seat of her car. I had a kink in my ass for a week after that first night.
What did you think the first time you saw her again, three years later?
A car accident brought me back to her. The odds that I would end up in her hospital had to be astronomical. Then I opened my eyes and there she was—the only woman ever to rock my world. All I could think about was that I could never have her. I’d hurt her too badly to ever have the hope of making up for past mistakes.
What do you like most about Rebecca?
Her laugh. Becca laughs with her whole body—no holding back. Her face lights up, her eyes soften and she loses her too-focused, always-in-control demeanor. I will do anything to make Becca laugh, it’s that incredible.
If you could change one thing about her, what would it be?
Whatever the power she possesses that makes me so very vulnerable to her. I lose control when she touches me. It’s bloody embarrassing.
What is your biggest fear?
What is your biggest fear?
Wow, you go straight for the jugular don’t you? *sigh* That one day she will look at me and wonder what she’s gotten herself into. She could do so much better than me. She’s a card-carrying member of MENSA. I’m just a long-haired, ear-ringed, uneducated musician who came from trash and only excels at two things; playing the bass and pleasing a woman.
Dominic’s level of pain could be gauged by the way he held himself, and his careful indrawn breaths. The doctor in her wanted to reach out and comfort. The woman in her wanted to reach out for a completely different reason. She’d never had such an irresistible urge to touch anyone the way she wanted to touch him. It had been there right from the beginning, their first meeting, and was still just as strong now.
She fisted her hands to keep from acting on the impulse.
“Can I come in?”
Definitely not. Even injured and surly, he still emanated so damn much testosterone he made her teeth sweat. Her heart did a little flutter whether she wanted it to or not. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Have dinner with me.” There was the arrogance that had been missing a few moments before. His tone wasn’t commanding, but left no doubt in her mind that for him there was only one answer.
Too bad she couldn’t give it. “I already ate.”
His brow furrowed. “Why the bleedin’ hell not? Are you involved with someone?”
“I’m not seeing anyone, no.”
At her admission, he stepped closer, invading her space. Heat emanated off him, and although he did not touch her, she felt surrounded by him. “Take a drive with me?”
The low, soft timbre of his voice thrilled her, washed over her skin like a caress, and she fought a tremor. The heat of his body warmed her through her clothes. Wanting to step closer, to press against him and inhale his all too familiar scent, Rebecca stepped away. Physically distancing herself from him. She only wished emotional distance was as easily achieved. “Drive where?”
“Does it matter?”
Not really, since there was no way on earth she was getting in a car with him tonight. Not when just the sight of him had her hormones standing at attention, one whiff of him, her body thrumming. Not after spending the entire day thinking about him.
Did he still hurt over the loss of what could have been? Did he still dream of her, of them? Had he ever?
Dominic blew out a breath and shook his head, his frustration clear. “It’s just a damn drive, Becca.”
It was so much more. Acceptance would be the first crack in the barrier she’d built around her heart after he’d walked out. With only the smallest encouragement, he would stop by on a regular basis, invite her to spend time with him. Which would, even if she kept her wits about her and turned him down, lead to more heartache. Just seeing him again made her yearn. Spending time with him was not an option.
She didn’t know why he was back in California. The why didn’t matter. What mattered was that he would be gone again soon. Dominic Price wasn’t the type to hang around. And she wasn’t stupid enough to believe she could change him.