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and trigger a laugh from others. But despite all that, there was the slightest hint of tension to her body.
    She knew he was watching her.
    Beside her, another woman leant over and whispered in her ear, throwing glances in his direction as she did.
    Ruby shook her head emphatically—and Dev was no lip-reader, but he’d put money on the fact she’d just said: No, he’s not.
    Accordingly, he straightened, pushing himself away from the bar.
    He liked nothing more than to prove someone wrong.

    ‘He’s coming over!’
    Every single cell in Ruby’s body—already tingling at what she’d told herself was Dev’s imagined attention—careened up to high alert.
    ‘It’s no big deal. We met before.’ She shrugged deliberately. ‘Maybe he doesn’t know anyone else yet.’
    ‘ When did you meet him?’ Selena asked, wide-eyed. ‘And how am I not aware of this?’
    Ruby’s words were carefully cool. ‘When I was walking back to the office. We barely said two words.’
    That, at least, was completely true.
    Her friend had lost interest, anyway, her eyes trained on Dev’s tall frame as he approached.
    ‘Mind if I join you?’
    Dev’s voice was as gorgeously deep and perfect as in every one of his movies. Not for the first time, Ruby questioned her intelligence—how on earth had she not recognised him?
    With a deep breath, she lifted her gaze to meet his. He stood on the other side of the table before them: Ruby, Selena and a couple of girls from the art department. They’d been having an after-dinner drink, all comfy on one big plush purple L-shaped couch—now the other three were alternating between carefully feigned disinterest and slack-jawed adoration. Unheard of for professionals in the film industry who dealt with stars every day.
    But, she supposed, this was Devlin Cooper.
    Everyone else appeared struck dumb and incapable of answering his question—but Dev was looking at her, anyway.
    To say yes, she did mind, was tempting—but more trouble than it was worth. So, reluctantly, she shook her head. ‘Not at all.’
    Dev stepped past the table and sat next to Ruby.
    With great effort, she resisted the temptation to scoot away. Unlike the three other women at the table, she was not going to treat Dev any differently from anyone else on the cast and crew.
    No adoring gaze. No swooning.
    So, although he was close—and the couch definitely no longer felt big— she didn’t move. Didn’t betray one iota of the unexpected heat that had flooded her body.
    ‘You shouldn’t be embarrassed,’ he said, low enough that only she could hear.
    ‘Why would you think I am?’
    Casually, she brought her glass to her lips.
    Did he notice the slightest trembling of her fingers?
    She risked a glance out of the corner of her eye.
    He watched her with a familiar expression. Confident. Knowing.
    Arrogant.
    She sighed. ‘Fine. I was embarrassed. Let me think: running into one of the world’s most famous men, while covered in dirt and looking like crap— and then not even recognising said star...’ Ruby tilted her head, as if considering her words. ‘Yes, I think that pretty much sums it up. I reckon a good nine out of ten on my embarrassment scale.’
    He didn’t even blink. If anything he looked amused.
    A different type of tension stiffened her body. Yes, her stupid, apparently one-track body was all a-flutter with Mr Hot Movie Star so near. But now she could add affronted frustration into the mix.
    She didn’t know what she wanted—an apology? Sympathy? A yeah, I can see how that might’ve sucked for you, even?
    ‘But you only gave it a nine,’ he said, placing his beer on one of the discarded coasters on the table.
    ‘A what?’ she asked, confused.
    ‘On your embarrassment scale, ’ he said. ‘Only a nine...’ He looked contemplative for a moment, then leant closer, close enough that it was impossible for her to look anywhere but straight into his eyes. ‘So I was wondering—what would’ve made it a