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or travel in twos and threes, making it easy for him to spot a solitary figure. There were a few of those, but all male.
    Then he spotted her coming his way, the neon light of a bar sign flashing over the sheen of her hair, and everything lifted inside him, his blood coursing hot and fast through his veins. His long, striding walk lengthened even more, carrying him to her.
    A smile broke across her lips. “You forgot to say which stage. There happens to be three of them.”
    The glistening curve of her lips and the sparkle of pleasure in her eyes acted like the pull of a magnet. When mixed with the pressures of waiting, wondering, and wanting, the combination pushed Trey into action.
    His hands caught her by the waist and drew her to him even as he bent his head and covered her lips in a long, hard kiss, staking his claim to her. There was an instant of startled surprise that held her stiff and unresponsive, but it didn’t last. It was the taste of her giving warmth that lingered when Trey lifted his head.
    Through eyes half-lidded to conceal the blatant desire he felt, he studied her upturned face and the heightened interest in her returning gaze. He allowed a wedge of space between them but didn’t let go of her waist, his thumb registering the rapid beat of the pulse in her stomach. Its swiftness signaled that she had been equally stirred by the kiss.
    â€œI was just about convinced that I’d have to turn the town upside down to find you,” he told her in a voice that had gone husky.
    â€œIt wouldn’t have been a difficult task,” Sloan murmured. “After all, you know where I’m staying.”
    â€œI forgot,” Trey admitted with a crooked smile. “Which shows how thoroughly you’ve gotten to me.”
    She laughed softly, paused, then reached up, fingertips lightly brushing along a corner of his mouth. “You’re all smeared with gloss.”
    He pressed his lips together and felt the slick coating, but it had no taste to it. “You use the unflavored kind, too.” He wiped it off on the back of his hand. “My sister claims that a man should taste her and not some fruit.”
    â€œYou have a sister,” Sloan said, absorbing this personal bit of information about him. “Younger or older?”
    â€œYounger.” By less than two minutes, but Trey didn’t bother to divulge that and have the conversation diverted into a discussion of the twin thing. Instead he took note of the change in her attire—the bulky, multi-pocketed vest and tan pants replaced by a femininely cut tweed jacket and navy slacks. “You ditched the camera and changed clothes.”
    â€œThe others were a bit grimy from all the arena dust.” Her matter-of-fact answer made Trey wish that he had taken the extra time to swing by the motel, shower, and change his own clothes, but he’d been too anxious to get here. A quick smile curved her lips, rife with self-mockery. “This is my first street dance,” she said. “So I had to ask the desk clerk what to wear. He assured me it would be very casual.”
    â€œYour first street dance, is it? In that case it’s time I showed you what it’s all about.” Grinning, Trey shifted to the side and hooked an arm behind her waist, drawing her with him as he set out for the dance area.
    â€œI should warn you,” she said, with a sideways glance, “I’m not much of a dancer.”
    His gaze regarded her in frank appraisal. “I’m surprised. You have the grace of one.” He guided her through a gap in the row of onlookers, then turned her into his arms, easily catching her offhand. The band was playing a slow song, which suited Trey just fine. “Don’t worry about the steps,” he told her with a lazy smile. “Dancing was invented solely to provide a man with a good excuse to hold a woman in his arms.”
    A laugh came from low in her throat, soft and