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had today?”
    He squinted at her. “Really? You’re going to monitor my alcohol intake?”
    “You bet I am.”
    “This is my second beer.”
    “Bullshit.”
    He sat forward, elbows on his knees and fixed her with an intense silvery look. “I may be acting immature and irresponsible and whatever else you want to accuse me of, but never call me a liar,” he said very softly.
    A shiver worked its way down her spine. “I’m sorry.”
    He held her gaze.
    “Fine,” she said. “Have another beer. But you’re not leaving my sight until we’re on that plane tomorrow night.”
    He smiled slowly. “Really. You’re moving in here with me then? There’s only one bed.” He cocked an eyebrow and let his gaze roam over her body. “I’m up for it though.”
    Her fingers curled into her palms, nails digging into her flesh and she took in a long, deep breath. “No, I’m not moving in here. Okay, I didn’t mean I need to watch you sleep. I just meant, I’m keeping you out of trouble. So I’m sorry, but your friends will have to do without you. No more threesomes, no more partying.”
    He dipped his chin and gave her a look through eyelashes. “Oh come on. Partying is fun. You can’t tell me you came all this way to spend one night here, and you’re going to pass the time sitting watching TV or something? Nuh-uh.”
    “I’m sure there are other things to do that don’t involve getting drunk and taking our clothes off.”
    “Well, sure,” he drawled. “But those don’t sound nearly as fun.” He lifted his chin, smiling. “Admit it.”
    Her insides quivered and heat washed down over her. She glanced at her watch. “We’ll go have dinner,” she said. “In the hotel restaurant. After that we’ll see.”
    “After that we’ll see if I can get you drunk and naked?”
    She gritted her teeth. And it wasn’t just out of annoyance at him. She was annoyed at her own hot reaction to the idea of getting naked with him. Geez, what was wrong with her? He’d just rolled out of bed with two other women, two centerfold-worthy women with whom she could never compete. He was nothing but a…a…man slut. Why on earth was she even thinking about what sex with him would be like? “Dylan. You can’t talk to me like that. We’re…business colleagues.”
    That sexy lift of his eyebrow had her melting a little bit. “No we’re not.”
    “Yes. We are. I’m here to deliver a strong message to you and basically give you a choice. Either you shape up or you’re going to be in breach of your contract. Not only will you not get paid the remainder of the fees, it’s highly possible Jackson Cole would sue you.”
    His smile disappeared. “I need to talk to Holden.”
    His agent. “Go right ahead. We already talked to him. He would have come here himself if he and his wife hadn’t had a baby four days ago. He knows all about this and he’s on board with the plans. My team is working with him back home, while I’m here.”
    “San Amaro isn’t home,” he muttered.
    She wanted to roll her eyes, but his refusal to go back to San Amaro and now this comment triggered something inside her that made her curious about what was going on for him.
    “Well you may not live there now, but you grew up there and everyone still thinks of you as the hometown boy who made it big. We’re going to capitalize on that in the media as soon as we get back.”
    He dropped his head, looking at the floor between his knees and for a moment he looked so defeated and vulnerable, she wanted to go over to him, drop onto her knees beside him and rub his back, comfort him… Oh for God’s sake. Get a grip, Brooke.
    “Okay,” he muttered, rising. “Let me change and then we can go grab some dinner.”

Chapter Three
    “I need to change too, before we go for dinner,” Brooke said, looking down at herself. “And shower.”
    “Sure,” he said. “How about we meet in the restaurant in an hour? Is that enough time to beautify