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what the articles actually say, I wouldn’t know.  I feel bad that you guys are always hounded.”
    “Thank you for that.  In the spirit of honesty,  I love Supernatural, too.  Some of the stuff on that show is funny.  The writing is brilliant.  Plus, the Impala is one of the most bad ass cars ever.  I’m jealous I can’t drive a car like that on my show.  They film not too far from where we film, so I’ve got to hang out with members from that crew a time or two.  They’re pretty awesome people.”
    I feel myself relax knowing I haven’t offended him.
    “I like what they’ve done with your show.  It’s a new idea.  I’m curious to see how it plays out.  The problem is that there are so many vampire shows and now there’s the new Dracula show coming out, too.  You guys will really have to keep the story interesting.  Do you worry about that?”  I didn’t mean to ask it, but I’m curious.
    “Of course I do.  But, enough about me.  My life is out there every day for people to find out about.  What about you?  Where’s your husband?” Tuckers asks with genuine curiosity.
    “My… my hu..husband,” I stammer.
    “Yeah,” Tucker says motioning towards the pictures of Alex and me smiling on the walls.  I look down at the ring I still have on my hand, trapped by an innocent question.  A question that has just opened the gates of hell and thrown me into the fire.
    “He’s gone,” I say with far too much sadness in my voice, afraid my heart just crumbled all over again.  Yet again, I kick myself for being too weak to let go of Alex.  For not being able to take down the pictures.  For not being able to take off his ring.  Now, I’ve left myself vulnerable to a complete stranger who’s watching me intently trying to figure out what’s going on.
    I see a light go on in Tucker’s eyes.  I can see he thinks he knows what I mean.  “Oh, is he on tour right now?  Iraq or Afghanistan?  When will he be back?”
    Damn.  Guess it’s truth time.  I won’t lie, I can’t.  Alex isn’t and never was in the military.  It would be so much easier if that was the answer.  There’d be a chance of him coming back.  I’d had hope that life would get better.  But, he’s never coming back.  Having to say what I’m about to say feels like losing him all over again.  I take a deep breath and square my shoulders to get ready for the pain that I know is going to shoot through my heart.  “He… he’s dead.  Car accident… little over a year ago,” I squeak out.
                  Crickets.
                  Yep.  It’s a conversation ender.
    “I’m so sorry to hear that.”  I can tell he means that.  He seems like a nice guy.  I look into his blue eyes and see that he is trying to show me how sincere he is with what he’s saying.  Time to put on my happy face; the face I’ve rehearsed a million times this past year.
    “How’s your breakfast?”
     
     
     
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    The food smells amazing and I dig in as soon as we sit down.  Realizing I probably look like a Neanderthal, I stop inhaling the food and strike up some conversation.  As much as I want to get in between her legs, I have a feeling I need to finesse her first.  She isn’t falling for the “I’m famous” line I’ve been able to use in the past.  She sees me as a human being.  It’s refreshing and sexy as hell.  It makes me all the more determined to get her naked.  She said she has a cook out today so that means I’m definitely on a time table.  Time to strike up some conversation.  She asked what I’d like to talk about.
    I know this will sound wrong, but I want to know if she read about me in the tabloids.  They always write such bullshit about me.  I hate the fucking paparazzi.  Hopefully she doesn’t take this as me stroking my ego.   I’d love for her to stroke something else for me.   I ask her how she knows about me.