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and his gaze dropped to her lips. It
lingered for a long moment before returning to her eyes. “You’ll be there too,
right?”
    “Of course.” The event
officially kicked off their label’s spring concert series tour. She needed to
do all she could to make sure the tour was a success.
    Dom shifted closer. “So,
he’s a fan, but you aren’t? Or do you root for a different team?”
    “I don’t really follow
sports.” Her phone’s display lit up a third time. Zander again. She sighed.
“Excuse me, I have to take this.” Turning away from Dom, she swiped her thumb
across the screen. “What’s up?”
    “Luke’s been arrested for
boating under the influence.”
    “ Boating under the influence? ” Her stomach hardened into a knot. “What
happened? You weren’t with him, were you?”
    “No way. I’m still pissed
at the shit he pulled earlier today. He called me from the police station. I
don’t know why he didn’t call you.”
    Damn it. The private
number. “Is
he okay? Was there an accident? Did he get hurt?”
    “I didn’t think to ask.”
He swore under his breath, then sighed. “Anyhow, they won’t release him till
the morning.”
    “All right. I’ll contact
them.” She grabbed a pen and wrote the number Zander rattled off on a cocktail
napkin. Could Luke’s timing be any worse? She didn’t know how the charges
differed from drunk driving. Fines, court dates, time served, press releases,
interviews, and rescheduled shows all swirled in her head.
    She slammed her phone
onto the bar. So much for having everything under control. As soon as the news
leaked, she ’d have the label breathing down her neck and possibly
sponsorships canceled.
    “Bad news?” Dom’s voice
brought her back to her surroundings.
    Turning, she gripped the
edge of the bar. “Just another fire to put out. All in a
day’s work. I’m sorry. I have to go.” There were calls to make. Damage control
to begin.
    “We should exchange
numbers.” Dom’s big hand closed over hers, hard and warm. “I want to make sure
you receive the right passes, the right clearance, for after the game.”
    Her pulse skittered and
nerve endings tingled at the touch. “I have the team’s
contact person.”
    “Still.”
    Confusion reigned. Was
his interest in her or in meeting the band? She pulled out her business card
and handed it over. “Here you go. My cell’s on the bottom.”
    He entered the number
into his phone and then dialed. Hers vibrated on the bar and unknown number lit up the screen. He picked up her phone, saved his number under her contacts,
and typed in his name. “There. Now you have mine, too.”
    “Thanks.” She was smart
enough to realize professional athletes wouldn’t hand out their personal
contact information to just anyone. They would be as cautious as she was with
the band’s information. She wished she were smart enough to uncover his
motivations. Realization now would mean less heartache later.
    His thumb brushed over her
knuckles, scattering her thoughts and sending pulses of heat straight to her
core. “I’ll
see you soon. Good luck with your fires.”
    Forcing herself to get
off the barstool and away from his heat was harder than she ’d
expected. “Good night. And good luck in your game tomorrow.” She extracted her
hand and stood. Familiar layers of tension built as she walked away. As always,
the band had to come first.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    The
Opening Day crowd packed the stadium in a sea of blue and green. Dom sat next
to Adam in the dugout. So far, he ’d gone two for three in
his at-bats. The Riptide held a three-run lead. He’d helped with a run but
would’ve felt better if he hadn’t gone down swinging on his third time at the
plate.
    “Let it go.” Adam’s elbow
nudged his arm.
    “What?”
    “I know you. You’re
stewing over that last at-bat.”
    “So?” He shrugged and
adjusted his cap. He’d never had trouble keeping his mind in a game, but with
the billboard announcing The