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fifty years old, but
nobody had mustered up the courage to tell him that. As a result he dressed and
acted like a man half his age. “Come on baby girl,” he said. “What you crying
for?”
    “Miss Raine is tired after her
performance,” Miles explained.
    “Oh sure!” Reggie winked and drew a
small case out of his pocket. “I've got something to wake you up.”
    “If that's what I think it is,”
Miles said before Reggie could get the case open, “then I suggest you get it
out of here immediately.” He turned a hard gaze on Cash. “And I hope to high
heaven you are not in the habit of indulging in such things.”
    “I'm not,” she said, “but I could
if I wanted to.”
    Miles said nothing, but his jaw
tightened. Cash sensed she was getting close to a line she didn't want to be
close to. Reggie had already slipped the case back into his pocket. He
obviously had no desire to tangle with Miles either. He cringed visibly when
the big bodyguard put a hand on his shoulder.
    “Let's leave Miss Raine to get
dressed, shall we?” Miles gave Cash a look that made her tingle. “I'll be out
here when you're ready.”
    The door closed and Cash was left
alone, looking at her tearful, pouting face in the mirror. She felt a little
like she was being ordered home to bed. It had been a very long time since
anybody had told her what to do. Her family had never been big on a sense of
order, and as she'd been performing in clubs since she was fifteen, late nights
had become par for the course. Being packed off home at two in the morning, it
was a little like being sent to bed without dinner.
    She found herself smiling, a little
secret smile that welled up completely unbidden. Miles Rock was an attractive
man, no doubt about that. He was a little older, but Cash was quite used to
attention from older men. Men more than twice Miles' age thought nothing of
hitting on her from time to time.
    Cash toyed with a sponge and
watched herself in the mirror. Miles would probably not approve of the thoughts
she was having, just like he didn't approve of those stupid lyrics the label
had her sing. He was so old fashioned, so charming, so... different.
    Quietly thrilled at the idea of
going home with the handsome bodyguard, Cash shed her robe and began to get
dressed. When she emerged from her dressing room she looked nothing like her
star self. All her make up was gone, save a little mascara and gloss to keep
herself presentable. Her natural hair was tied back in a simple ponytail. She'd
swapped skintight booty shorts for sweatpants and a hooded top.
    “Okay,” she said with a small,
slightly apologetic smile, “take me home.”
    “Right this way, Miss Raine,” Miles
said, ushering her through the venue's back passages. He didn't mention her
earlier outburst, nor did he seem upset by it.
    “The fans are going to be
disappointed,” she murmured as they walked.
    He cast a look at her, his thick
brow slashing across tan skin. God, he was gorgeous. “You just danced for them
for three straight hours, I think they'll understand if you get some sleep.”
    “I usually sign autographs.”
    “You can sign some tomorrow. You're
all worn out tonight.” Miles pushed through the exit and used his body to block
Cash from the scattered gawkers who were milling about. The car was waiting and
they made an easy exit.
    “I'm sorry I was rude to you,” Cash
said as they pulled away. “I was just so wired from the show.”
    “Quite alright,” Miles said, polite
as ever.
    She sat back and put her feet up on
the limo seat, watching him curiously. “Is it?”
    His eyes slid over to her and he
looked at her long and hard before replying. “What is it you're asking me, Miss
Raine?”
    Cash felt a little thrill of
excitement. Something told her that she was toying with a tiger. Miles wasn't
anything like most of the people in the entertainment business; he wasn't all
hyped up and trying to get into her pants. He was refined and restrained and