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had no idea what they hell they were supposed to be doing. They were all preparing for the next act, and I only had ten minutes to get my interview in.
    Jace was propped against a floor speaker, talking and laughing with some of his band mates. He didn’t notice me at first, but a guy with long, dark dreadlocks pointed me out. It took everything in me not to fidget and cover my body as Jace’s gaze swept over me, his lips slightly parted.
    “Well, well,” he said, walking towards me with his hand extended. “If it isn’t the saucy little firecracker from the coffee shop.”
    “I have a name, you know.” I retorted, giving his hand a quick but firm shake. God, why were my palms so sweaty?
    “Aye, I’m sure you do.” The corner of his mouth lifted into that same smug grin he’d given me at the coffee shop. “But you were so busy spouting off at me, I never had a chance to ask what it was.”
    I cleared my throat, realizing he was right. “Andrea.”
    “Andrea…?”
    “Mercer.”
    “Pleased to meet you, Andrea Mercer.” He gave me a quick nod. The movement sent a few dark brown locks over his eye. As he swept them away with his fingers, I tried not to think about how, just moments before, those same fingers had played their way into my heart and soul, as if he alone held the key to my most private thoughts and feelings.
    “Well, um,” I said, suddenly feeling a little parched. “Shall we?”
    He nodded his head toward the far left side of the stage and then started for it, not even bothering to see if I would follow. Good thing he was starting to act like a pompous jerk again; my sudden, unwanted groupie haze had clouded my head a little, and that just wouldn’t do. Not when I had a plan to follow through with.
    We came to a small clearing at the end of the stage. After offering me an outdoor canvas chair, he pulled a metal folding one in front of it. “So, what would you like to know, firecracker?” he asked, turning the chair and sitting in it backwards. He folded his hands over the back and rested his head there, watching me as if I were the most fascinating creature on the planet.
    Dear God, was he always this way with women?
    “Well, I suppose it’s best to start with some basic information,” I said, pulling the iPad mini and stylus from my purse. We went through the mundane questions of how his band had started, how long they’d been playing together, and what their favorite cover was. All the while, I took notes on my tablet, acting as disinterested as possible.
    “And what are your plans for the future?” I asked, looking up from my notes for the first time. Trap set.
    Little lines formed around his mouth as the corners lifted. Deep brown eyes seared into mine. I knew that look; I’d seen it on countless men before him. He was the hunter, and I was the prey. All I had to do was wait.
    “For starters,” he said, the heat in his gaze reaching dangerous levels; any hotter and I’d spontaneously combust. “I’d like to take you to dinner sometime.”
    Bait taken.
    I giggled with as much sweetness as I could muster. “Oh, I don’t think I’d make very good company.” Between the rush of setting the trap and the strange sensation coursing through my body from the way he was looking at me, I sounded a bit like a feline in heat.
    Which was exactly what I wanted.
    He slowly licked his bottom lip, leaving behind a glistening trail. I did my best not to notice. “How about you let me decide that for myself?” he asked, voice smoothing straight through to the area between my legs.
    Good, God. This was going to be harder than I thought. But I had to do it, if for no other reason than to make him think twice before using his charms like he was the greatest thing since Van Halen. “Oh, but I’m really not that interesting,” I said, intentionally fluttering my eyelashes.
    “And what makes you think that?”
    “Well, you already mentioned me being a firecracker,” I said, ticking off a