“Of course you can, hon. Just tell me one thing. Are you falling for him?” Before Eve could answer, she rushed on. “Because if you are, you had better be careful. He’s a rock star. And not a very private one at that. Criminy, he’s infamous for the number of women he’s slept with. I think he even has a child somewhere back in the States, from one of his many lovers.”
What?
Zachary was a father? Why hadn’t he told her?
Why would he tell her? It had nothing to do with her, nothing to do with anything she’d seen in her vision last night. Nothing to do with anything they’d done together.
“He has a child?”
“There was a huge scandal, a few months back. Didn’t you see it? Some woman claiming Jonah had knocked her up then refused to acknowledge the baby when she came to him for child support.”
Eve frowned. “Hasn’t that story been told about almost every famous person? From Arnold Schwarzenegger to Justin Bieber? Tiger Woods to Mick Jagger?”
“Probably. I just don’t want you to get hurt, Evie.”
What Bree didn’t say, but then she didn’t need to, was the obvious “you’ve been hurt enough already”.
“I’ll be careful. I promise. Listen, I have to go. We’re leaving for the Gold Coast in a few hours and I’ve done nothing to prepare.”
“Okay, I won’t hold you up. Just promise you’ll be careful with him. He plays in a whole different league than you.”
“I know. I know. I will be. Promise.” She changed the subject. “I packed everything I need for the party, by the way. I think Hannah will love my new princess look.”
“Brilliant. She’s so excited about turning four. She can’t wait for her princess aunty to charm all her friends.”
“I’ll do my best. Promise.”
“’Course you will. See you tomorrow.”
“Love you.”
“You too.”
Eve clicked the end button and padded over to the bathroom to shower, wishing her photo had never made headline news.
She paused to stare in the mirror. The cameras hadn’t filmed the real her. Like Zachary, the images hadn’t picked up on the scars on her face which stood out now in stark relief, a lattice of red lines crisscrossed over her left cheek.
Zachary found her attractive and Bree had said she’d looked stunning in the video.
Eve’s laughter filled the bathroom, a hollow, humorless sound. Obviously neither of them was seeing her now. Because the reflection that stared back at Eve was in no way attractive. It was disfigured by thirty-seven hideous marks.
The umpteen scar reduction treatments had allowed her to fully cover those scars with her makeup. But when the foundation came off, there was no hiding the blemishes.
She almost threw herself into the shower. The sooner she washed, the sooner she could arm herself with her protective makeup. Because there was no chance, none at all, that Zachary—or the rest of the world for that matter—would be seeing her without that mask.
Chapter Eight
“I wish you’d stayed the night.” Zachary’d barely shut Eve’s door when he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him. “Still say we both would have slept better if you’d been with me.”
Without waiting for her reply he dropped his head and kissed her. Took her mouth with his as he’d been aching to do since he woke up.
“Mmm,” she said dreamily when they drew apart. “Good morning to you too.”
“Morning, Tiny.” He loosened his hold but only enough so he could step back to admire her gorgeous body. The lapels of her thick terrycloth robe had parted slightly at the front, revealing her pert breasts.
Zachary took a moment to enjoy the visual feast. “Perfect,” he murmured before dragging his gaze back to meet hers.
She jumped, startled. “What the…?” Her mouth fell open and she gaped up at him. “Zachary?” She touched his eyebrow, ran her finger around his eye.
“Ah. Yeah.” She’d noticed his eye color. He shrugged, liking her touch—shocked though it may be. “Maybe I should have said something last night.”
“Maybe. Brown? Is this your real color?”
“It is. The green comes compliments of colored contacts. We all wear them when we’re Speed.”
“You, Jamie and Jordan?”
“Yeah. Me, Jamie and Jordan. Actually, me, Nathan and Seth.”
“Their real names?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So, false names, false eye color. Does it help?”
“With what?”
“Distancing your real selves from the general public.”
Smart woman. The exact reason they’d chosen contacts and stage names. “It does. To a degree.” Nathan had suggested the lenses. Zachary had recommended the color. It was his way of incorporating his future into his present.
“I like your eyes brown.” She hadn’t stopped staring at them. “They’re…softer, warmer. Make you more approachable. And…”
“And?”
“And brown looks good on you.” She shivered and pressed herself against him. “Like really good.”
Zachary growled. “If I’d known you’d like my real color better than the green, I’d have trashed the lenses before you left earlier. Maybe then you wouldn’t have gone.”
“I would have been real tempted to stay,” she confessed. “But, as I said, there was the whole sleep issue, Mr. Pace. We both needed it.”
“I needed you more than I needed sleep.” He grinned at her choice of name. “Ya know, you and I have done it. Had sex,” he added with a stage whisper. “It’s okay to drop the ‘mister’ bit.”
“Okay then…Pace.” She frowned. “Pacey.” She nodded this time.
“Pacey?”
“It’s either Pacey, Speedo or Zacko. And, well, no to Speedo. Just…no. And whacko Zacko sounds too familiar. So Pacey it is.”
“And Zac won’t work?”
“You don’t strike me as a Zac.”
He’d never been a Zac. Had always preferred Zachary.
“Besides, you’re in Australia now. We have to give you an Australian name.”
“And Pacey’s Australian?”
“Sure. In the same way sucking dingo balls is.”
“You Aussies are crazy.”
She grinned. “You’ll learn to love us.”
Zachary suspected she was right. In fact, he might already be just a little in love with her.
He took her mouth in another kiss, this one leaving him panting and aroused. When he pulled away, she melted against him. Melted into him. And lifted her head to kiss him again. A sweet, delicious kiss he felt all the way down to his toes.
She had him aroused and utterly charmed.
Eve smiled when it was over, her lips more pink than red.
No lipstick? The rest of her face was perfectly made up. Hmm, did he prefer the cherry-red look he hadn’t been able to resist last night, or the natural pink of her flesh, which made him want to spread her before him and explore other pink parts of her?
Zachary couldn’t choose. Didn’t try. They both made him hot.
“Zachary?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you a father?”
He stumbled backward, still holding Eve, and had to dance around ungracefully to find his balance. “Jesus. There’s a question you don’t hear every time you kiss a girl.” He dropped his arms and took a step back.
“Shit.” She flushed and smacked her forehead. “That so didn’t come out like I meant it to. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked like that. Shouldn’t put you on the spot. In fact, I shouldn’t have asked at all.”
The woman seemed to have a flair for putting him on the spot. “Why did you?” He already knew the answer though. She’d heard the rumors. Hell, the whole world had heard the rumors.
That didn’t stop the unease from creeping up his spine.