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friend.
    “Hi,” she greeted.
    He closed his eyes for a brief moment at the sweet sound. He was in trouble. Big. Huge. Fucking gargantuan trouble. Had it really been that long since he’d been infatuated with a woman? He glanced at Alana and continued to wonder if there’d ever been a female to gain his interest so fast, or so thoroughly.
    “Oh, my gosh. Blake Kennedy. Hi...I’m Kate.”
    Blake chuckled at Alana’s friend. She was the typical star struck groupie. They’d both become accustomed to this response from people. They’d learned how to react and kept their mouths shut on band gossip. The best course of action was to convince themselves the fans were infatuated with the music, not the band members themselves.
    He still hadn’t been able to classify Alana into the star struck category yet. He couldn’t determine if her timid nature came from being excited to meet him or something else entirely.
    “Alana, this is Blake, the bass guitarist for Reckless Beat.”
    “Nice to meet you.” Alana offered her hand and Blake gave it a firm shake.
    “You too, Alana. I’d kiss your knuckles like my boy Mitch did, but I think he might castrate me in my sleep.”
    Blake winked at him, and Mitch glared in return. Smart-ass mother trucker had been watching him while signing autographs with his pack of fan girls.
    Alana lowered those gleaming eyes with a smile and he caught sight of her dimples. Damn, she was cute. He stepped closer, ran his hand along her shoulders and pulled her into his side. She stiffened, her back snapping ramrod straight, poised on the brink of doing a runner. His heart stopped. Maybe he shouldn’t have touched her again. He peered down at her and hoped for the best. “Time for a drink?”
    She gave a jerky nod and kept her gaze lowered.
    “I’m going to head upstairs.” Blake gave them a wave.
    Mitch bit his lip to keep from laughing at Kate. The poor woman’s face changed from cartoon-ish elation to utter grief. He suppressed a laugh and turned to Blake, covertly tilted his head toward the grieving woman, hoping he would get the hint.
    “Ahh.” Blake stared back at him with a frown, and then glanced toward the third wheel. “Umm.” He raised his palms in question. “You wanna come upstairs and...” He shrugged at Kate with a confounded expression.
    Blake didn’t drink. So apart from getting naked or watching television, there wouldn’t be much else for them to do. Although Mitch was certain she wouldn’t protest if asked to take her clothes off.
    Alana sucked in a breath, and he tried not to grip her tighter in comfort.
    “Yes.” Blake’s new best friend nodded with enthusiasm. “Will you be all right, Al?”
    Mitch’s heart stopped for the seconds it took her to give a soft nod. “I won’t bite,” he whispered in her ear.
    His words didn’t have the effect he’d hoped for. Instead of receiving a smile or catching another glimpse of her dimples, she swallowed hard and gave a jerky nod.
    They stood in the middle of the foyer, two bodyguards hovering feet away, while Blake and Kate strolled to the elevator. When they pressed the button and the doors opened, Alana sighed and glanced up at him with a wavering smile. “I’m going to need that drink.”
    He chuckled and continued to stare at her. Loose strands of warm brown hair cupped her face and her deep pink lips demanded to be kissed. Rather than fulfilling his body’s need to taste her, he dropped his arm from her shoulder, grabbed her hand and led her toward the hotel bar.
    “Davies, you asshole!” a voice yelled from behind them.
    Mitch turned. Steve stalked toward them, his chest heaving. The two bodyguards cut off his approach, forcibly pushing at his shoulders to get him to back off.
    “You got me fired, you arrogant prick.”
    Alana gasped and he stepped forward to block her from view. He didn’t trust the glazed look in the man’s eyes.
    “Go home, Steve.”
    “Fuck you.” Steve spat on the floor and