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“But I was getting the distinct feeling that you didn’t want to get to know me better, so I thought I’d speed things up a little bit.” Devon grinned his signature, megawatt, killer grin. The one that used to inspire girls to throw their panties at him up on stage.

Kylie shook her head at him.

“What?”

“You,” she pronounced, “are a mess.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

Then she nodded, drumming her fingers on her champagne glass. “I think you might do.”

“Do?”

“Mmm-hmm. You just might.” But then she turned on her heel and walked away, her actions, like her words, sending damned confusing signals.

Devon downed the rest of the hated champagne. Then in three long strides he caught up to Kylie and stepped in front of her. “I’ll do? Do what, exactly?”

She flashed that Swiss-bank-vault smile. Then she patted his cheek. Her touch sent an electric current through him, from his jaw to his toes and then back up to toast everything south of the border.

“Me,” she replied. Then she walked off again, leaving him staring in her wake.