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impromptu music video shoots.”
    “This one does,” she said firmly. “If you don’t, I’ll have to send the crew home and make the video another day. I know Mason”—she nodded toward her manager—“might have given you and Ronan the impression that I’m a big-deal star. But right now, I have one album, one major hit, and one tour. I’m paying for this video. Not my label. And it needs to be good. I can’t afford to waste money like this.”
    “I’m sorry. But I suggest that you talk to your manager.” He returned to scanning the video shoot. Thanks to her no-show backup singer, watching this scene was about as exciting as watching paint dry in the freaking desert .
    “Have you ever been poor?” she demanded.
    “No, ma’am.”
    “Well, I have. So have my younger brothers and my little sister. The money from this tour, from my shows, supports my family. They are counting on it. If I don’t deliver another hit, the money will dry up.”
    “That’s a hell—a lot—of responsibility on your shoulders,” he said, tearing his gaze away from the rocks to look at her.
    She shook her head. “I’m not risking my life or trying to save the world. I’m just trying to make things easier for my family. And right now, that means I need you to kiss me up against that rock.”
    “On-camera,” he pointed out.
    She nodded. “I’ll pay you what I offered Jared. It’s not much. But it will be in addition to your daily wages. Plus, you have a better chance of keeping me safe if you’re holding on to me.”
    “That’s not how this works.” He raised his arm and ran his hand through his movie star hair. “Look, maybe Ronan would be willing—”
    “I don’t want to kiss Ronan.” She forced a smile, determined to walk away with a yes. Because she needed to make this video. And she wanted to kiss him . “Please, Dante. Tell me you’ll give it a shot.”
    “All right,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “But I’m not tossing you up against that rock. If we do this, we do it my way.”
    “As long as you take off your shirt and wear a cowboy hat, we can do it anyway you want, Mr. SEAL.”

Chapter Four
    Dante had done a helluva lot of stupid things since he’d joined the Navy. But standing under the desert sun, shirtless and wearing borrowed jeans and a damn cowboy hat topped the list.
    During Hell Week, the most infamous part of SEAL training, he’d survived drownproofing and paddled a boat straight for the rocks lining the Southern California coast. Sure, he’d been one of many who’d done it. But only someone who’d wanted to be a SEAL since he’d first learned about the teams from his Italian grandpa—the old man had been fascinated by his adopted country’s armed forces—would endure that hell with a smile and a “Hooyah” for his instructors. At the end he’d received a trident pin and a place on the teams.
    Today, he’d been promised a modest pay bump that he didn’t give a damn about…and a kiss he couldn’t stop wanting.
    Chrissie danced her way down the canyon’s path. Her hips swayed to a nonexistent rhythm. Dante supposed the music would be added later. Right now, the star of the show was lip-synching her way to him. And while the movement of her body made him hard, her lips left him aching for her mouth.
    Her fingertips brushed his chest, teasing his senses. He wanted to reach for her. But he had instructions. Hell, the man in the director’s chair had choreographed everything.
    Chrissie’s palm pressed against his bare skin, and he reminded himself that her touch and that hint of seduction in her eyes—it wasn’t for him. She was acting for the camera.
    But his body hadn’t received the memo. He hardened, anticipating the moment when her hips would move closer. He needed the damn green light to press her up against that rock and claim her mouth.
    Her gaze met his. Those wide blue eyes…so damn sweet and innocent. And yeah, it was an act. Logic told him to