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melt all my senses into a puddle of useless female sensibilities.”
    “As long as you’re admitting it.” He grinned, seeming so proud of himself.  
    “I admit nothing.” Who I was reminding, I’m not sure.
    “Mel.” He pushed my hair back out of my face and looked at me the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in the room.  
    Everything dropped away, the security issues, the fans, the music, my over-stressed job. All that was left was Kyle and the way he looked at me.
    “You know, you’re amazing.” He grinned at me, a little less certain than before. Especially since so often it felt like he was laughing at me instead of with me.
    A wash of panic swept through me, turning my hands to ice. I stepped back, out of his reach, afraid that he’d suck me back in. “Is this you trying to distract me. Is that your job tonight? Keep Melissa busy so you boys can have your little show?”
    He stepped back, a deep crease forming between his brows. “Is that what you think this is?” Even as he was running his hand through his hair, he had shifted to keep an eye on the stage. “You think I’m hitting on you to keep you busy?”
    “Well, it’s quite the coincidence tonight is the first time you’ve hit on me…or even just flirted with me since we met.”  
    At the look he gave me, everything I believed flew out of my head. He looked angry and frustrated and confused and like he couldn’t decide if he was going to kiss me or scream at me.
    I knew I should hope for screaming for my own sanity, but kissing sounded really good too.
    Really, really, good.
    Like…good-good.
    You get the picture.
    “Melissa, are you that insanely naïve?”
    “Um…no?”
    He stepped into me again, backing me into the counter his voice dropping to a rumble that shook my nerves. “Are you sure?”
    “But, you and His Majesty—”
    Kyle’s hand dropped and he stepped away. “Don’t call him that. I get it. He’s difficult, but you’re not exactly a fluffy bunny yourself.”
    “I have to be tough to do this job.”
    “So does he.”
    I glanced to where His Majesty—Dalton—was smiling out at the crowd, trying to see him objectively, to notice how he might have to hold people at bay and still be the good guy. I guess at least I didn’t have to pretend to love everyone as I dealt with all the details. I could be blunt. I was hired to be blunt.
    “Ok. Maybe you’re r—”
    “Kyle!” Dalton shouted into the mic. “Is that our favorite pain in the ass?”
    Kyle’s head dropped back as his eyes rolled shut.
    “I wrote a song just for her. Kyle, it’s a shame you’re not still up here to help me out.” Dalton picked up his guitar strumming away to a slightly familiar tune and making the words up on the go every line ending with a word that ended with itch.
    The crowd ate it up, some of them turning to snap my photo.  
    “Melissa—” Kyle reached for me as I took a step back.
    “You know what? You’re right. I have been too naïve. Here.” I pulled open my bag, shoving my iPad, phone, and the car keys at him. “The Jag is half a block down. Have a great tour.”
    “Mel!” Kyle tried to grab me, but with his hands full it gave me a second to make a break. I tried to ignore the crowd who had picked up on the nifty chorus that said something about Killer of Joy as I made it to the door.
    The doorman looked me over as I made my way toward him and, at the last second, opened the door for me. “Ma’am, they all have a rough side.”
    I looked up, up, up at him realizing he was trying to tell me not to take it personally. Letting me know we were on the same team just as I quit. But, I really was done.
    “Thank you.” I gave him a slight smile and headed out the door. My luck held as the train came to the stop at the end of the block. “Hold the train! Hold it!”  
    The college students mulling around pointed at me as the driver started to close the doors. The woman was a saint, because she held