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Link rubbed his eyes and shifted in the oversized leather chair. “What was that?” he asked, moving his gaze back to the young woman conducting the interview for Guitar Magazine.
“I asked if there was any truth to media reports of you and actress Shannon Trace seeing each other.”
Link slapped his hand down on the conference table and pushed his chair away. “I will not be answering any questions about my personal life. If you don’t have anything else then this interview is over.” He spoke forcefully, suddenly tired no more.
“Um, sorry. Ah, yes. What can you tell our readers about the guitar tracks you’re recording for the upcoming movie, “Anonymous Jukebox Hero”? She pushed her recorder closer to his side of the table.
Link answered, explaining in detail the different styles he was incorporating into the soundtrack. He lost track of what he was saying again and needed to be prompted. Great, she would probably report that he was on drugs or something during the interview.
He just couldn’t stop thinking about Madison and the bombshell she’d dropped last week. A baby? He was going to be a father. He’d never really thought about having kids himself. Just knowing what his parents went through when his sister died had discouraged the thought. The last few years he had had a front row seat to the pain of losing pregnancies that Thomas and Isabel had suffered. He liked kids, just never imagined himself with one. Now all he could think about was Madison carrying his child. But she was driving him crazy. She wouldn’t take his calls and only returned his text message with a cryptic “I need some time please.” He didn’t want to give her time. He wanted to move her into his house and put a ring on her finger. She was his, wasn’t she? He certainly planned on convincing her of that. Besides, she should be getting lots of rest and picking out nursery furniture, not working late nights tattooing. What if she got hurt or had a needle stick?
Link ended the interview as quickly as he could. The reporter had been nice, but she kept wanting to talk about Link Jacks, bad boy, rather than focusing on the music end. He needed to get down to the studio and lay down more sample tracks, but his head just wasn’t in it. He couldn’t keep hiding out in the Canterbury conference room. Maybe he should just show up at Madison’s apartment and try and see her. They had a lot to talk about. Damn it, this was his child too, and she kept putting him off, saying she needed time to figure out what to do. A chill went through him. What if she was considering an abortion? He had to see her right away.