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    "He says he thinks you're perfect--" Barbara began.

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    "It will mean a hike in your pay scale, of course," the director cut in.
    "And very little extra work."
    "Lee can explain it to you himself."
    She suddenly found herself standing before him, and she hadn't even seen him come in. Barbara was issuing an enthusiastic introduction, and he was vaguely smiling, barely attentive to her words.
    His eyes--they were a strange hazel, she realized, mahogany at the rim, yellow-green by the pupil--were on her. They swept over her from head to toe, lingering slowly, coming to rest on her own.
    "Bryn Keller? You're the photographer, then, too. It's a pleasure to meet you."
    His hand was on hers. Rough--there were heavy calluses on his palms. Large--it enveloped her slender fingers.
    And hot...
    As if a burning energy poured through his system, making him as combustible as an active volcano, except that his power was deceptively calm, like thesnowcapped peak of a mountain beneath a blue sky....
    The fire seemed to rip along her spine.
    She pulled her hand--jerked it, rather--from his, and stepped back a foot. "Yes, I'm Bryn Keller. If you'll explain what you want, I'll let you know if I'll be capable or not."
    Ice... There could have been no better description of her voice. She hadn't really meant to be cold, but...
    She had been cold to the point of rudeness.
    The gold-tinged eyes narrowed, but barely perceptibly. His voice was a lazy drawl. "Oh, I'm quite sure that you'll be capable, Miss Keller.Quite sure. Tony can explain the concept."
    He turned and walked away.

Chapter 2
    Lee Condor's first glimpse of the girl was an intriguing one. When he arrived at theFultonplace, the door was open, and a flurry of activity was already in progress. No one noticed him as he walked in; the dancers--in all shapes and forms of workout clothing--were milling about, stretching and warming up. A gray-haired carpenter was finishing up at the top of the long, curving stairway, and Tony Asp, the dance director, and Gary Wright, the general director, were arguing midway up the stairs.

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    Lee glanced quickly around the elegant entryway and oversized ballroom. Neither Perry nor Andrew--nor even Mick-- seemed to have arrived yet, but it was still onlyten to ten, and they had all spent the night at the casino, gotten a little nostalgic about being back in Tahoe,then toasted themselves until
    thedawn.
    Still, he thought with a knowing, inward smile, Perry and Andrew would arrive by ten. They had learned long ago that when they worked they were a team, and as a team, they were courteous to one another without fault. That meant not wasting the other guys' time by not showing up.
    Lee ran his eyes casually over the dancers.Ten men, ten women.Most of them very young. Probably kids just out of high school, or maybe college, trying to get a break with a show in Tahoe. Well, if he was giving anyone a break, he was damned glad. Breaks were hard to come by.
    It was while he was idly staring about that he noticed her-- or at least part of her. His first sight was of long, long legs.The backs of them, to be precise.
    The girl was bent over at the waist, first stretching her spine parallel with the ground, then dangling over until the top of her head almost touched the floor. Her tights were pink, and her leg warmers were black, as was her leotard. He really didn't have much of an impression of her face, all he noticed at first sight were those legs, slim, yet sinewy. And he couldn't help but notice her nicely rounded derriere. Not when it topped those long legs and faced him so pointedly...
    She straightened, stretched her arms as if reaching for the sky,then slid into a graceful split.
    Something about the action mesmerized him, and when he realized that he was watching her with his tongue practically hanging