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peanuts from the tray in front of Tucker. The stewardess serving drinks and peanuts had taken one look at Tucker and passed him a couple of extra bags.
    Chelsea paled as the Fasten Seat Belts sign came on.
    â€œJust a little turbulence, babe,” Tucker assured her, taking her hand.
    â€œI’ve got to figure out a way to make Dakota listen to me and realize I’m offering him a sweetheart deal,” she said.
    â€œI think I know the problem with the sweetheart deal,” Tucker said dryly.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou’re the ‘sweetheart’ involved.”
    Chelsea hit his arm. “I thought you were on my side, Tucker Gable.”
    â€œWill you quit that? I am on your side. I love you, but I also know you.”
    â€œWhat sort of crack is that?” she demanded.
    â€œIt means you’re a high-maintenance woman, is all.”
    â€œThat’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said.”
    â€œIt is not. Is it or is it not true that—”
    â€œTucker!”
    He pulled her close and held her in his arms as the plane rose and fell through a patch of nasty turbulence.
    Chelsea hated being a white-knuckle flyer. On the whole she was a pretty brave sort, but not being in control frightened her. It was a holdover from the terror she’d felt as a child at the mercy of abusive parents. She refused to be a victim anymore.
    She didn’t expect anyone to be good to her. That was why Tucker was so dear. He was silly, sweet and considerate, despite his wild-rocker public image.
    He stroked her hair, whispering comforting words to soothe her case of nerves. “It’s okay now, babe. You can open your eyes,” he said finally when the Fasten Seat Belts sign went off.
    He considered her as she moved from the safety of his arms. “I can read you like a book. You’re not giving up on Dakota, are you? You’re going to pester the hell out of the poor jerk to get your way, aren’t you?”
    â€œI’m merely going to educate him in the error of his ways,” she sniffed.
    â€œUh-huh, like you did me.”
    Chelsea groaned. “I can only hope he’s a better student.”
    â€œWhy? What’s wrong with me?” Tucker tried to look wounded but looked comical instead.
    â€œYou? You eat enough junk food to make it into the junk-food hall of shame. I don’t have a clue how you manage to stay so fit.”
    â€œVitamins. And nervous energy.”
    Chelsea laughed. “You don’t have a nervous bone in your body.” It was true. No one was more laid-back than Tucker. He could sleep on a tour bus. He could sleep through a tornado. Or a plane crash, she thought as the plane gave a sudden lurch.
    â€œIt’s okay, just an air pocket,” Tucker reassured her as the plane settled back into its smooth flight. “Besides, if I didn’t like doughnuts so much, we’d never have met.”
    That was true enough. She’d worked in a coffee shop after she’d moved to L.A., and Tucker had always conned her into giving him free doughnuts with his coffee. The free doughnuts had led to Tucker getting her an audition with the local bar band he was playing with at the time.
    The rest was rock-and-roll history.
    They’d gone from being a bar band to recording a hit album. Then on to a road tour to support the album—and they’d never looked back.
    And now Tucker had launched a successful solo career, while Chelsea’s seemed to be stalled. She hadn’t had a hit since she’d recovered from the throat surgery.
    She was going to miss touring with Tucker.
    But fate had sent her down a different path. A path that Dakota Law was blocking instead of giving her the breakthrough she needed.
    His legions of female fans saw a sensitivity in him she couldn’t find. Every time he sang a love song, they melted.
    And his taste in women didn’t run to women who dressed the way they wanted instead of the