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response. He couldn’t be losing his mind if the blood in his veins could pulse with hot anger. His eyes, black as volcanic rock, impaled Todd.
    â€œBefore they make
you
a saint … ”
    â€œGeez!” Todd interrupted, throwing up a hand. “Don’t start using that viperous tongue of yours on me. This is Todd you’re talking to. I know you don’t give a rat’s ass what I think of a group of psychics holing up in a research center in the dead of winter, but why do you have to subject nice Ginger to the indignity?”
    â€œI can’t take the whole show and she’s willing to go.”
    â€œCan’t the other guests fill in? By the way, who are the other guests?”
    Adrian couldn’t help his grin.
    â€œThe list is about as interesting as a washing machine manual, so I won’t bore you.”
    â€œThat must mean you’re sorry you agreed to go.”
    â€œNot sorry. Bitter. But I have a debt to repay Lloyd Marks from Iraq.”
    They both fell silent and Adrian enjoyed the moment. The pain in his head was finally lessening. If only there were soothing fingers to massage the rest of his aches away. If only he could hear the sound of a certain woman’s laugh, smell her freshness, feel a rounded belly … he felt a sharp bump against his shoulder and forced himself back to reality.
    â€œYou ever sorry you and Katie didn’t have kids?”
    Adrian snapped his head around. That was uncanny. Yes, he had been thinking of children just then, but not with Katie. His eyes met Todd’s and then dropped. He heard Todd’s soulful sigh.
    â€œYeah, me, too. “ He looked away, out over the row of tables, to the back of the theater and Adrian sensed his next thoughts. “I go into the lounge there sometimes and purposely stand next to a woman — any woman. Just to revel in the smell of her. Dammit, Adrian, I want a home, family, a woman to slap fondly on the buttocks. I want to press every inch of her body to mine. Not these teeny boppers who cram the stage doors, their tits … by the way, I like Ginger’s tits.”
    â€œGood. I’ll tell them.”
    Todd snorted, his chest heaving.
    â€œYou’re as screwed up as a Chinese fire drill, Adrian, old buddy. I bet if I asked you to describe Ginger’s breasts this minute, you couldn’t do it.” Adrian flushed. “I thought so. She’s just a front to keep those teenage nymphos from slipping their fingers into those skin-tight pants you pour yourself into every performance.”
    â€œAre we attempting one of our rare excursions into humor now?” Adrian sarcastically countered.
    Placing a hand on Adrian’s shoulder, Todd hauled himself up.
    â€œWe all have headaches, old buddy.”
    â€œThose of us who have heads,” Adrian remarked.
    Todd snickered this time, slipping his hands inside his pants pockets.
    â€œYou ’bout ready to go again?”
    Adrian stood, nodding. His headache had all but evaporated.
    â€œTell Andy we’ll take it from Sylvia’s entrance.”
    Todd left him then, hurrying toward the orchestra pit. Once there, he leaned over and Adrian saw him tap Andy’s shoulder and then dust off his hands. Seconds later, he was vaulting the stage steps two at a time. Passing the lounging theater crew, he gestured impatiently. They scrambled up at once, resuming their former positions before the break.
    Center stage once again, Adrian waited for the house lights to dim. He started to readjust his pants, then caught himself, remembering Todd’s earlier taunt. He muttered a fierce curse under his breath then reversed his thoughts just as quickly. Dammit, but he did enjoy being called a sexy hunk. He enjoyed being the current darling of the circuit immensely. And dammit, he was even enjoying his brief fling as Ginger O’Toole’s current lover. It didn’t matter they had never slept together and never would.