Patrick had prepped us all day yesterday for this interview.

“He’s Miles Hodge, the notorious radio host with a penchant for cursing and dirty talk. He was kicked off regular radio years ago and transitioned to satellite because his show was so vulgar, and with him went his ten million listeners. It’s a huge opportunity, but he’s going to hold your dicks to the fire.”

Kara snorts, because she thinks that Patrick can be a tad dramatic sometimes.

“You think I’m kidding? Especially you, missy. He will ask you how Dean gets you off, in what position and how you like it best. He will ask you two about the rumors of a contract engagement, he won’t hold back like the other radio hosts who want Dean to play nice and come back on their show. And he’ll especially ask you about Hannah Lockwood.”

I reach over and squeeze Kara’s hand, because I can see how red with embarrassment she’s growing. She isn’t used to this, and it’s her first big sit down interview with me. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there the whole time.”

Although it feels as though we resolved things last week with our big talk after I came home, and the insane sex that followed, I’m still unsure about Kara’s feelings. She’s still being tight-lipped, even if her body tells me otherwise. But either way, I am trying to prove to her that what I said was true, I’m not backing down from trying to get her back.

“I can handle it, Patrick. I’m articulate and even though your world might be bolder and less tactful than mine, I’m not going to shrink if someone asks me how many thrusts it takes Dean to make me come.”

I nearly swallow my tongue right there as my balls grow tight with need. Fuck, I love it when she’s feisty.

Patrick chuckles. “Well, all right then. I think my work here is done.”

And so far, we have both done well. Kara successfully sidestepped a question about if she likes to sixty-nine, instead demurely laughing and saying that was the volume of liquid she liked to inject into patient’s lips. I was asked about my past, and kept my choir boy act up by respectfully declining to talk about other women with my future wife in the room.

My job was to be respectful, something I typically hadn’t done in my past appearances on Miles’ show. And Kara’s was to be the confident bombshell, addressing sexual questions head on and truthfully, as if he had asked her her favorite lemonade recipe instead of if we used vibrators in the bedroom.

And so far, so good. She’d only slightly, without drawing attention from anyone else in the room, squeezed my hand when Miles had asked if we were in a contract relationship. I’d fielded the question, making a joke from my playboy arsenal, saying that I was Dean Jacobs and if I needed to legally obtain a woman, Kara would be the last one who would agree to something like that.

I’m not saying it didn’t make my stomach drop thinking that if there was no contract in place, she might not be here.

“So, let’s get down to brass tacks here. Did you rape the girl?”

Miles was known for his sassy type of interview, the no holds barred style when it came to sex and smut was what made him so popular with his viewers. But to have to sit here, next to the woman that I cared about, the one who, to the world, wore my ring and seemingly loved me, while he asked if I sexually assaulted another woman … well, that was beyond uncomfortable.

“Come on, Miles … my girl is right here.”

I feel Kara touch my arm, snuggling into me on the leather couch they’ve sat us on, all cameras and mics pointed in our direction. “Don’t worry, baby, I got this one. So Miles, let me tell you something that you may not know about my fiancé. I’m not sure if he talks about it a lot, but he didn’t have the best childhood. In layman’s terms, his father was a drunk and an asshole. I’ve seen Dean go through things over the years that most people would never even be able to imagine. I know him better than anyone else, and I can tell you that he one hundred percent did not do this. He would never be able to, and he is the most respectful, loving man I’ve ever met.”

A knot of emotion forms near my Adam’s apple, and I hope she truly believes that and this isn’t just for show. Because all I’ve ever wanted to do is appear decent in this woman’s eyes, and if she means what she said, then maybe there is hope for us after all.

“Wow, I didn’t know they still made people like you, Kara. You’ve clearly not been in Hollywood long enough, because I think you actually still know how to tell the truth. So then, if Dean didn’t do this, what do you think this Hannah Lockwood’s agenda is?” Miles leans forward, trying to bait her.

But she’s smarter than that. “I’m not sure, Miles, as I wouldn’t want to assume anything about Miss Lockwood. However, I do hope she understands what she is doing, and both Dean and I wish her nothing but the best. We as people may never understand the actions of others, but our only option is to swallow any anger or misunderstanding and try to walk a mile in their shoes.”

Holy fuck, was that politically correct. If my girl was running for president, she would have just sealed her fate in the White House. I can’t help but turn to her and plant a kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering and taking in the spicy jasmine scent she has on today.

“Well, I think you’ve found yourself a real gem with this one, Dean.” Miles winks at me, and I know he’s imagining my fiancée naked.

I bite my tongue not to roll my eyes. “I’m a very lucky man that she chose me.”

“Enough of that sentimental bullshit, not on this show, buddy. Now tell me, are you guys into any kinky stuff? Wax play?”

Kara snorts before rolling her eyes at him, and I’m glad we’re through the tough part of this interview.

Her words about my character play over and over in my head, even as I fall asleep that night.