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she went to get it, arms crossed over his chest, and watched the sway of her hips.
    “You ever dance more than one dance with anyone?” the bartender asked behind him. “Or are you just that good?”
    Parker laughed. “I dance more than one dance, sometimes. Most nights, though, the second dance is private.”
    That got a chuckle out of the bartender.
    They didn't have time to converse any further. Melissa was back, her purse slung over her shoulder, and she let Parker lead her out of the club and into the warm night.
    “You drive here?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “Took a cab. I didn't want to have to worry about getting too drunk to drive back home. You?”
    “I've got my car. I'll give you a ride home in the morning.” Parker hit the button to unlock the vehicle, and watched her eyes widen a little as she realized which car the sound of the locks opening had come from. The sleek silver convertible wasn’t exactly practical, but even he occasionally bought something that wasn’t. It had looked like too much fun to turn down, and his instincts had definitely been right.
    “Can we take the top down?”
    He laughed, and opened her door for her. “Anything for you, babe.”
    In the car, he hit the button that would retract the top while she reached into her purse for something that proved to be a hair tie. She wound her long curls into a tight braid, and then grinned across the seat at him. “Not quite as sexy as hair blowing back all loose in the wind,” she said, “But trust me when I say you don't want to deal with the result of that.”
    “I don't think you need an allure-boost,” Parker answered, and she laughed. He pulled out into the street, and started back toward the apartment.
    “So,” she said over the noise of the engine and the wind, “Parker. What’s a famous person like you doing slumming it in a club like that?”
    “I actually live pretty close to here,” he said, because she would find out anyway as soon as they pulled into his apartment complex. “I like it a little quieter. Midtown was too busy for me.”
    “I saw your interview in Rich & Single . Country boy.” Her tone was teasing.
    “Then you know what I'm doing slumming it,” he said in the same tone. “What about you? Are you slumming it?”
    “I'm a brand new editorial assistant at one of the smaller publishing companies. I was splurging.”
    He turned onto his street and turned his head enough to look at her for an instant before he turned his gaze back to the road.
    “What is it you do there?”
    “Pretty much exactly what it sounds like, to be honest. Eventually, if I don’t turn out to be too terrible at my job, I’ll be an actual editor. But for now I'm mostly the assistant to the people doing the job I really want. I fill out a lot of paperwork. And fetch a lot of coffee.”
    Parker chuckled. “That's the problem with those high-end jobs. You start so low on the totem pole. At least in blue collar work everyone is pretty much equal. You actually get to do what you took the job to do.”
    “Blue collar? That's not exactly what I would call a job as a personal trainer to the rich and sort of famous.”
    “I started in construction work. The gym is something else.”
    He slowed the vehicle, and turned into the lot for his apartment complex, taking his usual space. When they were parked, he rolled the roof back up, then went around the car to open Melissa's door for her. She gave him a smile and took the hand he offered, stepping out of the car carefully on her high, spiked heels.
    “You know,” he said, holding out an arm for her to put her hand on, “I don't know how you wear those things.”
    “It's not as hard as you'd think it would be. Mostly you just have to know where to put your weight.”
    Parker wasn't sure he believed that, but he didn't have the experience to argue with it. “I'll take your word on that.”
    They stepped into the building, and he led her to the elevator. They were the only