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business off the
ground and fussing around with men wasn’t going to get her where she needed to
be.
    But for the remainder of this trip, things would be different.
There would be no fifteen-hour days. This was as close to a vacation as she’d
ever had. Not only that, she also had Quinn’s blessing. Maybe it was time to
let loose and live a little. Just this once, then straight back to the
grindstone.
    A warm, syrupy feeling settled in her stomach as she thought
about Beau. He’d definitely flirted with her over the past couple days, but
that didn’t mean anything to a guy like him. Still, if she promised him
no-strings-attached fun, would he sleep with her?
    She thought back to the feel of those strong, slow hands as
he’d massaged her neck and hip, then shivered. It would be good between them,
she felt it deep in her bones. Then, when it was over, her curiosity would be
satisfied and she’d able to focus on her career more fully. Have sex with Beau
so she could stop thinking and wondering about sex with Beau. Now she just had
to convince him.
    “Okay, I’m in.”
    * * * * *
    Six hours later, Gigi stood in line with her ticket and
backstage pass. She was trembling from head to elegantly clad foot. God, she
must have been out of her frigging mind to let Quinn talk her into this. She
looked really stupid and felt even stupider. The G-string underwear rode a
solid inch up her butt crack, her shoes were deathtraps strapped to her feet
and the dress clung to her like hollandaise on asparagus. She would’ve
complained about the bra too, but she wasn’t wearing one. Quinn had said it
would ruin the line of her new halter dress.
    She cringed and quelled the urge to run. She was not going to chicken out. Her mission wasn’t complete, and besides, if she ran in
these heels she’d break her face.
    The line moved quickly and a few minutes later she handed
her ticket to the usher. His gaze swept over her and he smiled. She worked up a
trembling smile in return. Okay, maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after
all.
    He leaned close and whispered, “Your skirt is tucked into
your underwear.”
    Of course it is.
    She righted herself with a few tugs and scurried through the
double doors, anxious to fade into the crowd. The music was in full swing and
as she entered the second set of doors, the sound of Beau’s violin rang out.
She grinned instantly, charmed by the lilting ditty he was playing. Quinn and
Rex harmonized, singing about the cure for a hangover being more of the same.
They all gelled so well, and Gigi realized with a start that it wouldn’t take
much for her to become a real fan.
    She purposely kept her eyes averted from the stage as she
trekked down the dark aisle, flashing her ticket to security then making her
way to the front of the crowd. If she caught sight of Beau, or vice versa,
before she sat down, she might chicken out and keep walking.
    The song wound down as she found her seat and laid her purse
on it. The crowd around her erupted into wild applause and she looked up at the
band. Beau’s face was alight with pure joy and she just stared for a moment.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to give a quick shout-out to
the best chef east of the Mississippi, Ms. Gigi Somerville. She’s on tour with
us, so give her a warm welcome, won’t you?” Quinn motioned for her to wave and
take a bow, but she was frozen in place.
    All the moisture in her mouth evaporated as panic gripped
her. She tried to smile, but it just wouldn’t come. Until she shifted her gaze
to Beau. His eyes locked with hers, and the shock and heat pouring out of him
melted away the icy terror.

Chapter Five
     
    Jesus Christ, the pistol wasn’t just loaded, it was
loaded for bear.
    Gigi’s tawny hair tumbled around her shoulders in soft,
shiny waves. She had on a dress, green and loose-fitting on top but held up by
nothing more than a thin strap around her neck and her magnificent breasts.
Beau found himself craning his neck, rising to