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great -looking giant. I kinda liked that in a man.
    He had a strong jaw, and thick, black hair hanging to the collar of the white dress shirt that covered a chest broad enough to tempt any woman to fling herself at it.
    â€œMs. Burke?” God, his voice was like dark, rich chocolate.
    â€œYeah?” I think I sighed, but let’s not dwell. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I mean, yes. I’m Cassidy Burke.”
    â€œDevlin Cole,” he said and reached out to take my hand in his.
    When his fingers curled around mine in a firm shake, my insides lit up, and that tingle in my hoo-hah kicked into high gear again.
    All I could think was, The whole birthday thing is suddenly looking a lot better.

Chapter Three
    â€œL et me show you around,” he said, dropping my hand and stepping back so I could move past him into the club.
    My skin was buzzing, but he didn’t have to know that. Nodding solemnly, in a perfect imitation of a calm, cool businesswoman, I said, “That’s a good idea.”
    He walked beside me, taking one long step for every two of mine. “As you can see, it’s a big place.” He paused in a wide doorway off the entry hall, and I peeked past him at the main dance floor.
    Gleaming wood floors stretched out in what looked like acres of space. Two tiers of tables and chairs formed a semicircle at the far end of the room, and at the opposite side was an elevated stage where a DJ’s booth sat dead center. Mirrors lined one whole wall, and instead of wondering just how much glass cleaner that was going to take, I studied my reflection standing beside Devlin Cole’s. Wow, we really looked good together.
    At least, he looked really good, and anyone standing alongside him sort of basked in the glow. That’s okay. I was comfortable with basking.
    â€œI have an industrial crew come in every night to clean the club area,” he was saying, and I had to force myself to pay attention to his words rather than stare at his mouth.
    â€œOkay,” I said, taking a firm grip on the Fendi. “So what do you need me and my company to do?”
    He looked down at me and smiled—and, whoa baby, what a smile. He had that whole tall, dark stranger thing going for him anyway, but that smile really put him over the top. The man was a walking orgasm. And, boy howdy, could I use one of those.
    â€œI’d prefer that a smaller company handle the upstairs rooms. Better for business,” he said, “if we maintain a semblance of privacy.”
    â€œOh, we can provide that,” I said, hearing myself ramble at high speed. “I mean, we can’t provide privacy, but we’re discreet. Our customers are like family. Well, not family. Better than family, since you don’t always like your family, you know. But we take care of our people, and we’re quiet. Just really quiet and never discuss clients with anybody. Heck, we hardly even talk.” Oh God. Shut up, Cassidy. I took a breath, hoping it would help. When it didn’t, I at least went for a change in subject. “This really is an amazing place. I hear you practically have to give blood to get inside.”
    â€œWe do have a select clientele.”
    Oh, you betcha. The rich, the tacky, the famous and the wannabes all eventually came to La Sombra at some point to fight their way into Magic Nights. There were reporters who would literally kill to get the inside scoop on what happened in here.
    Now it was me getting that scoop—and so far, no fatalities. I wasn’t going to think about Leo’s possible third-degree burns.
    â€œI actually tried to sneak in past your gargoyle on the door one night about ten years ago,” I said, wondering if I should be admitting that—then hey. It was too late. Bag open. Cat out. “Didn’t get far.”
    â€œIf I’d known you were outside, I’d have made an exception.” His dark eyes flashed with something.