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hand. “The press has been snapping pictures all
night. I’m pretty sure they’ve already uploaded some of them.” She tapped her
screen with a manicured fingernail. “Just as I thought. Look at this.” She
turned the screen to reveal a shot of the two of them kissing on the dance
floor.
    “Oh no,” Brianna said, pressing a hand to
her cheek. “I don’t want…” She looked up to see Clint looking down at her. He
looked hurt and adorably confused. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I’m not thrilled
to be here with you; I am. But when I appear in court, the last thing I want
the judges and other lawyers talking or thinking about is my love life. It’s
still not easy for a lawyer fresh out of law school to be taken seriously, and
I really don’t want to get caught up in some scandal when my career is just
getting off the ground.”
    Clint took her hand, holding it firmly.
“Brianna’s right. We need to figure out where this is goin’, if anywhere,
before we decide to go public with our relationship.”
    “Perhaps you should have thought about that
before you decided to make out on the dance floor.”
    Brianna’s cheeks burned with shame. She was
a grown woman, yet the thought of her parents and brothers seeing her engaged
in a heated kiss with someone who was still a stranger to them was humiliating.
“We were not making out.” Sure they had kissed once or twice, but they’d
never crossed any lines.
    Avery laughed. “I know, I’m just teasing
you.” She looked behind her and beckoned to Ryan. “Ryan is going to be there
fielding questions on behalf of the label.”
    “Where’s Evan?” Brianna asked. Though they
hadn’t exchanged a word, she could tell her friend was going through something.
It wasn’t like him to drink heavily, especially not at a party he was attending
to promote one of his artists.
    “Apparently he wasn’t feeling well. He
decided to head out early.”
    Clint frowned. “I didn’t even get a chance
to talk to him. A few photographers have asked if they could get a couple of
shots of me with both Spencer brothers.”
    “Ryan can handle it.” Avery offered a
reassuring smile. “Trust me, he’s a one man show when it comes to public
relations. I love Luc like a brother, but he was very brusque and had a
reputation for being kind of hard-nosed. Evan is a lot like that, but everyone
loves Ryan. He’s a sweetheart, always the life of the party, and the press eats
it up.”
    “Did I hear my name?” Ryan asked, slipping
an arm around Avery’s shoulder.
    Brianna knew, in Ryan’s mind, Avery was family.
Everything Avery told Clint about Ryan was true. So many times over the years
she’d secretly admired his ability to befriend people effortlessly. Within
minutes of meeting someone, Ryan found a way to put his new acquaintance at
ease, making them laugh at a joke or commiserate about a shared challenge. She
loved that about him.
    “I was just telling Clint that you could
handle this little press conference in your sleep,” Avery said, looking up at
him.
    Ryan chuckled. “I don’t know about that,
but I’m not worried.” He nodded at Clint, his smile slipping for a fraction of
a second before he said, “You shouldn’t be either. We’ve got this thing covered.”
    Brianna couldn’t help but notice that Clint
looked at Ryan with a bit of hero worship. Even though they were roughly the
same age, Ryan was everything that Clint wasn’t: wealthy, sophisticated,
educated, with a personality that made people forget he was all those things
and more.
    Clint had confided in Brianna earlier that
he’d barely managed to get his high school diploma. He worked at several menial
jobs, pumping gas, washing cars, and working on his parents’ ranch, before he
decided to move to Nashville to pursue his dream. He said if he hadn’t made it in
the music business, he probably would have returned home and learned a trade to
get him through the lean months on his family’s struggling