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‘Yeah.’ I nod. ‘I know I can’t save everybody but…’

‘You can try.’

I nod again. He does see me. ‘Right.’

‘Well, I think that’s amazing.’

Danny’s quick, easy compliment goes straight to my head. ‘My ex thought it was self-indulgent.’ I don’t know why I sharethis titbit of information. The topic, I suppose. But it’s out before I can call it back.

‘Your ex?’

‘Warren.’ Even the name sets my teeth on edge. How did I let myself and what I wanted, become so subsumed by his career and whathewanted? I’d mistakenly thought there was room for both our careers in his future. ‘We were together for a few years during med school. He’s training to be a plastic surgeon.’

‘A guy who’s going to spend his days doing boob jobs thinks what you’re doing is self-indulgent?’

I laugh out loud. ‘Yes.’

‘What a douchebag.’

I laugh again. ‘Yup.’ Warren really was a douchebag.

‘What happened with him?’

Now that was a long and sorry saga, but luckily easily summed up. ‘He always joked that I’d follow him to LA where he was going to make a fortune nipping and tucking. And then I realised he was serious.’

‘Total douchebag.’

‘He is, yes. Thankfully I woke up to myself and?—’

‘Dumped his ass?’

I smile. ‘Something like that.’ He hadn’t taken it well – Warren could be cruel – but my blinkers had been well and truly ripped off. ‘What about you?’ I ask as Danny’s eyes blaze with sympathy. I don’t need or want his sympathy. I’m good. I’m back on track. ‘Any douche exes?’

‘No.’ He shakes his head. ‘I’ve had a few semi-serious girlfriends but none that have lasted long enough to class as an ex.’

I almost laugh out loud – of course. Why would this guy, who is God’s gift to vaginas, tie himself down to one woman? ‘So you just have… groupies?’

I have no clue why I blurt that out. The idea of Danny having groupies shoots a hot streak of jealousy through my gut. But everyone knows it’s the drummers who get the groupies. I’ve literally spent the last decade of my life with my head in some textbook or other and even I know that.

His gaze is steady as it meets mine, a touch of humour lurking. ‘Sure.’

‘Have you slept with any of them?’

Why am I asking this?Whyyyy?I don’t want to know this stuff. It’s none of my business who Danny Colton sleeps with, plus, I really don’t want to know. But I can’t stop myself from asking either.

‘Occasionally.’ He quirks an eyebrow. ‘Does that bother you?’

‘No.’ Except it really does.

Clearly not convincing him one iota, he laughs. ‘Okay, sure.’

I fold my arms, hating how he sees right through me, hating that he sees how much the thought of him sleeping with anonymous women itches under my skin. ‘I guess that’s a hard lifestyle to give up.’

Slowly, Danny shakes his head as if he’s realising this isn’t just me being flippant. Something I’m only just realising, too. ‘I’m not sixteen any more, Doc. My oats are sewn. Being a one-woman man sounds pretty damn good to me.’

My heart skips a beat, my stomach clenches, my ovaries bloom. Freaking bloom. What the actual fuck is happening right now? ‘Monogamy, Danny?’ From the guy who has no exes because he never stays with one woman long enough?

I shoot him my bestpfft, really?look, but he just holds my gaze and calmly replies, ‘Yes, Holly. Monogamy.’