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KT Masters and Marcy to their fates, and head home to her daughter, her television, and a good night’s rest.
    God, she was almost elderly by this time of night.
    With a sigh, she grabbed a glass, filled it with ice and soda, and then moved quickly to set it on the table. He had the look of a man working on the puzzle that would free him from a prison. Papers were spread out all over the table and he was muttering over a calculator. He raked his fingers through his hair and leaned back with a sigh.
    “Thanks.” He picked up the glass and swigged like he’d just stumbled out of the desert. When he put the glass back down on the table, he sighed. “Man, that’s good.”
    Laura turned to go.
    “Got your feathers fixed.”
    She bit her lip and seriously considered pretending she hadn’t heard him. But she couldn’t. Overt rudeness had been bred out of her from birth. “Yes, Shane helped.”
    He nodded. “That really is an . . . interesting uniform.”
    Laura sniffed. Maybe he had a point but she didn’t complain out of loyalty to Willodean. She wasn’t going to acknowledge his point. “I’m not sure you should be criticizing anyone’s clothes.”
    His eyes shot up. “Oh, really?”
    Laura forced herself not to square off against him. “Really. You look like you dressed in whatever you found on your college dorm room floor.” And then she wished she’d just let Marcy handle the rest of the crowd. This was not the way to get a tip.
    He laughed. “These clothes are standard-issue Hollywood designer wear, I’ll have you know.” He smoothed down the wrinkled sleeve. “I like to make them accessible to the American man.”
    Laura’s lips twitched. “Good job.” It was a good thing she’d met obnoxious KT first. This guy, the one with the messy hair and clever answers, he would be impossible to resist. Thank God he hadn’t apologized for ripping off her feather. The combination of his warm skin and sincerity would have been fatal to her resolve.
    KT nodded. “Thanks. It’s been a long, long day.” He hadn’t been blasting her with star power before but now he looked really tired, maybe a little sad. When his eyes met hers, Laura couldn’t catch her breath. Without the cloud of charm and showmanship, she could see warmth and intelligence and humor in his dark brown eyes. He opened his mouth to say something and Laura waited with one arm wrapped defensively around her waist. She fought the urge to say something encouraging or scurry away. Seeing him like this felt like staring heartbreak in the face, like if she got to know him, she’d never be the same again. Not that she had any plans to get to know KT Masters. Right now, she intended to stay as far from him and his bad attitude as she could. Finally, he just looked down at the glass and twisted it in a circle.
    Laura had the craziest urge to pat his shoulder or give him a hug or smooth down his ravaged hair. But she’d already apologized. And he had not. That was more than enough for one night. He deserved to sit here with his own bad mood for company. For her own safety, she needed to retreat. Laura cleared her throat. “Well, uh, then, if there’s nothing else I can get you now, I’m going to go. Marcy’ll bring you refills.”
    KT nodded once. “Good. Thanks.” He shuffled his papers. “I think I’m going to be here a while.” Satisfied that he hadn’t escaped punishment completely, she waved at Marcy to let her know she was leaving and retreated to the dressing room.
    After she slid out of the satin outfit and the horrible fishnets, she examined Shane’s patching job. Her stitches were invisible. That had to be a handy talent to have. Laura wouldn’t know. She hadn’t sewn anything since she was fifteen. She could add columns of figures in her head, but home ec had nearly killed her. Now Holly handled most of the cooking and they were both so much happier that way. The best part about the whole arrangement was that the only payment