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Na’arah pulled up short at the small man hovering on the other side.

“Kyle!” she gasped. “You startled me.”

Kyle pushed his mirrored aviator shades to his forehead and frowned. “Where’s Auggie?”

“Uh, he was attacked last night and will be in the hospital for a few days.” She studied him a moment. A flicker of amusement shaded his eyes before it was replaced by concern. “Was there something I could help you with?”

He leaned to one side, lifted a hairy leg and scratched his calf. The skin on his knuckles was raw and abraded, as if he’d punched something. . . or someone. She scrutinized him. His thin tanned face held a shadowed bruise across his pointed chin.

“I wanted to see what time I’m supposed to take over this evening.” He lowered his leg and glanced around. “You got a schedule or something?”

Unease rippled down her spine. Kyle was the only employee at the spa she didn’t like. He was genial toward the clients and Auggie thought he was some kind of miracle worker when it came to the deep tissue massage, but Na’arah still didn’t like him. Something about his suave manner and shark’s smile made her skin crawl.

Even the way he studied her now made her want to bathe in bleach. She was thankful other vendors were present in the tent.

“Yeah.” She stepped to a second curtained off area, knelt in front of a box and thumbed through the myriad of clipboards and brochures. She’d seen a schedule somewhere. Material rustled behind her and the slide of metal barely registered through the flutter of papers. Of course it would be at the bottom of the box.

“You said he’s in the hospital?”

“Yeah.” She scanned through the spreadsheet until she found Kyle’s name. “Coupla broken ribs, a mild concussion and a bunch of bruises, but he’ll be fine.” When she pivoted, still on her knees, she was staring at the open brass zipper on a pair of khaki shorts. Short, curly blond hair peeked through the opening while disgust sluiced through her system. She lifted her gaze to find a smirk on Kyle’s face.

“I’ve always wanted to know if you’d need a pillow for extra height, but you’re perfect.”

Revulsion roiled through her belly and she scooted away from him. She smacked the back of her head on the edge of the table and saw stars.

“Ow!”

Kyle gripped her shoulder, his fingers biting into her flesh. “Stay where you are,” he ordered. “This won’t take but a...”

“If you don’t take your hands off her, I promise you’ll sing an octave higher the rest of your life.”

Somehow in all the chaos Zee had awakened and stood behind him. The pointed tip of something metal peeked from between his legs, right near his happy place. By his pained scowl, Na’arah realized it must be very close.

“Zee?”

“You okay, sis?”

“Yeah.” Na’arah scrambled to her feet, brushing a blade of grass from her knee. She looked Kyle in the eye. Sweat rolled down his face. “Don’t bother showing up this afternoon. Your services are no longer required.” She held out her hand, palm side up. “Keys.”

He glared at her. “You don’t have the—hey!” The knife shifted and he squealed. “Watch it!”

“Hand her the keys.” For emphasis, the tip disappeared and a pained expression creased Kyle’s face.

Na’arah almost felt sorry for the prick as he searched through his pockets for the keys. A knife in his groin couldn’t be very comfortable and she knew Zee was very good at what she did.

The keys jangled in rhythm to his shaking hand. He laid them across her outstretched palm.

“Now apologize.”

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Street rounded the corner and paused. His heart pounded a little harder and the hard-on he’d sported most of the night came roaring to life. Oh yeah, tonight must be his night if Na’arah was standing next to his office alone.

 

He limped closer, the sweet, intoxicating scent of her perfume beckoning as easily as her sultry pose.

 

She probably had no idea of the alluring picture she presented. Eyes closed, full lips parted as if waiting for a lover’s kiss and one shapely leg bent so her heel rested on the wall behind her. That position also allowed the skirt of her dress to rise a little higher on her thighs. Tonight was definitely his night.

 

He stopped in front of her and still she hadn’t moved. This close, and the heat of her body wrapped around his.

 

Resisting the urge to mold his body into the temptation of her soft front he leaned closer, resting a hand near her head and dragging her scent deep into his lungs.

 

“Not liking the party?” he murmured.

 

She snapped open her eyes, a small gasp accompanied the quick rise and fall of her lovely breasts. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he stifled a groan. What he wouldn’t give to feel her mouth on his, or anywhere else on his body, for that matter.

 

“Not particularly, but they’re not my friends,” she answered. She straightened, her breasts brushing his chest, but he didn’t move.

 

She merely arched a brow and he smiled. So she didn’t seem to mind that he was invading her space. How far could he test her limits?

 

“So why are you the designated driver?” He leaned closer... His thighs brushed hers and sent a jolt of longing through his system.

 

“My sister.” Na’arah lifted an arm and rested her hand on his chest. “I owed her a favor.”

 

He savored the warmth of her palm. He could imagine the way her hands would feel sliding over his skin, trailing down his stomach and closing around his erection. “I’m glad you did.” He swept a lock of her hair from her shoulder, pleased at the silkiness of the strands.

 

Desire flared in her irises. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as he thought.

 

“So what would your girlfriend say if she saw us right now?

 

“Nothing. I don’t have one.”

 

Her shoulders sagged.

 

So she’d been worried about his relationship status. Interesting. “Should I be worried about some pesky boyfriend?”

She shook her head and looked away.

 

He tucked a curl behind her ear, before trailing a finger along her jaw until it rested beneath her chin. Slowly, he tilted her head until she once more met his gaze.

 

“You still have the most amazing eyes. I always remembered that about you.”

 

“I can’t believe you noticed my eyes.”

 

“That’s not the only thing I noticed.” He shifted until his knee slid between her thighs. He longed to explore her heat.  Closer still and he had her effectively trapped between his body and the wall.

 

Not a bad place to be at the moment, but he could think of one better.

 

“And you forgot my name.”

 

Chagrin coursed through him.

 

“Why did you stop coming?” A hint of hurt clung to her voice. “Did I do something you didn’t like?

 

Damn, she didn’t waste words and strangely, he found her candor arousing. He could do no else than be truthful. “Because I’m attracted to you.”

 

Her gaze flew to his then dropped away. A smirk twitched the corners of his mouth. He’d surprised her with his admission.

 

“Nothing to say?”

 

“Prove it.”