Chapter 4

“You may be aware that, shortly before you came to work for my father, he had been guarding Jesse McCall.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

“Jesse and I…became very close that summer. We shared a special connection.

You could say our romance blossomed. We’ve both dated other people, but it’s just not the same. And our relationship has only grown stronger over the years. We’ve kept in constant touch via e-mail and phone calls. We share our hopes and wishes and dreams. I’ve had a lot of years to think about him, about us, and I believe he’s the one for me.”

Someone hand him a barf bag. She honestly believed that, while Jesse was churning out hits and banging a different woman on every stop of his concert tour, their friendship had some special significance in his life? He supposed it was possible—on the twelfth of never following a blue moon right after hell froze over.

“I see,” he drawled. “So what do I have to do with all this?”

“Well, about six months ago, we talke