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head, removing one of the two earpieces she wore. “I've got a missing drummer, and two substitutes, who, while very talented, haven't rehearsed dick. The first floor men's room is already out of condoms. We just had a small grease fire in the kitchen. Three cars are being towed from Reserved Parking at this very minute. Scarlett's about to barf up all that water she just drank, and I don't know when the curtain is going up.” Glancing at Chadden, she mouthed a curse. “Bailey’s out of commission until we get her some meds, and I’m fresh out.”
    “ Hey, Sasha.”
    God, that voice . It rumbled into her body, setting off tiny depth charges. What was Rafe doing on the Sebastiani Security communications band?
    “ Meet me back at the soundboard,” he said. “I'll take Bailey up to your office, get her some meds, babysit her until they hit. She'll be back on the floor in a half hour, tops.”
    A half hour alone with Rafe Sebastiani ? Oh my God.
    There was a long pause. “Do it,” Lukas finally said.
    Do what ? Lukas’s words were innocent enough, but her mind quickly filled in the blanks with images so hot they scorched.
    After promising Chadden she’d stop by his restaurant sometime, she and Sasha said their goodbyes , wading through the crowd toward the soundboard. Music throbbed, lights pulsed, and time slipped away. Wrapping her arms around Sasha, she nuzzled her cheek against the other woman’s soft leather bikini top. Everywhere Bailey looked, people hugged, danced, laughed, and touched, in duos, trios or groups, regardless of gender or species. Infinite diversity in infinite combinations—the Vulcan credo in action—and she and Jack had been chosen to bring humanity into the mix.
    She’d been chosen .
    “There he is.” Sasha slowed to a stop. “Hey, Ugly.”
    She rolled her eyes . Even his sister had to realize that Rafe Sebastiani was a gorgeous specimen of manhood. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she'd had with his face in her mind, his imaginary hands on her body, his phantom tongue—
    “Hello.” Rafe bent down to kiss Sasha’s cheek, and after a slight hesitation, kissed hers, too.
    Her eyelids drifted to half-mast . His body smelled spicy and exotic, like Bedouins striding over desert dunes.
    “ So, what kind of trouble are you two getting into tonight?”
    His low voice dragged over her skin like suede. She couldn’t stop her reflexive shiver.
    As he and Sasha talked, she unabashedly stared. Rafe wasn’t built on Lukas-sized lines, but he wasn't a small man by any means. Tall, lean, and perfectly proportioned, one didn’t realize his true size until you stood right next to him. Skimming up his black-clad, narrow-hipped frame, she stared at his hair, at the outrageous, wheat-colored waves tumbling to his broad shoulders. The style should have looked feminine, absurd, but it most emphatically did not. If anything, the soft hair emphasized his sturdy jaw, strong cheekbones, and slashing eyebrows.
    Hell, h e made her hormones do the tango even without an assist from the second-hand pheromones flooding the room. He was really too attractive for his own good—or for hers. The sex demon and the preacher's kid? Yeah, right. It would make an excellent pitch for a wacky TV comedy, but in real life? Yeah, right—
    “ Bailey?”
    She jumped at the unexpected sound of his voice.
    “ Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
    She slapped her hands to her burning cheeks , remembering what Jack had revealed about their abilities. He could probably smell her feeble, pitiful yearning. “Sasha, can you—”
    “ She’s gone.”
    S he glanced to the place where Sasha had just been standing. “Damn it.” Sasha had disappeared, leaving her alone with her delicious sex demon brother.
    Bending down, he brought his mouth closer to her ear. When his hair swished over her bare arm, she almost swooned. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” he said. “What did you say?”
    Even his breath smelled