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trying to distract me, but I’d barely managed to stop thinking about sexy, strong hands, and now in this tight space I couldn’t avoid the heat of his big body, overwhelming the cool spring evening. Or his scent, masculine and leather-clad, mingling intriguingly with the light smell of new-mown grass. It made me think of laying him down in a field, climbing on top, snagging my thong out of the way and…stuff me into sheep guts and boil me, I was such a sausage-brain. I slammed the sax case shut and picked it up.
    Or tried to. Somehow Glynn was there, shouldering me aside and snaring the handle in his own big strong hand. “You can carry the little ones, babi. ”
    I tried to think of something to say to take my mind off his fucking hands. Ooh, fucking hands rubbing between my… I cleared my throat. “ Babi . What language is that?”
    “Welsh.”
    Which explained the lovely lilt to his words.
    We managed to make it downstairs without me jumping his big, hot… damn or his lovely, strong… fuck . A limo awaited us at the curb. I’d never ridden in one before and wanted to savor the experience, but Glynn hustled me in next to Mishela, barely pausing to toss my sax in before sliding across from us and slamming the door.
    I frowned. “What’s that smell?”
    Mishela quirked a smile. “Hello to you too, Junior.”
    “Hi. Don’t you smell that? Something’s burning.”
    “Is it?” She blinked big green eyes, and her eyebrows lifted like she was the most truthful being in the world. I knew it as a Sales Maneuver. Maybe actors had Truths and Maneuvers too. I wondered if they used different numbers.
    The limo turned in to the underground parking structure and dropped us off on B1 (I didn’t see who was driving but I did catch Hybrid on the back of the limo…yeah, environmentally conscious extreme consumption). From there, we trotted upstairs. With Glynn carrying the sax, we made good time, despite my still-wet thong hitching every other stride. He wasn’t just decorative but useful. If a guy like that were mine…dammit, Queen Bess was wrong. The problem hadn’t gone away, it had gotten worse—and I still had no idea what to do about it.
     
     
    The nice thing about being dedicated to your work is that you can put awkward questions on hold to do the job. Mishela peeled off to go to the dressing rooms. Since Glynn had my sax, he continued alone with me, but I was confident that my professionalism would not let me trip him and grind his naked hips into the plush new carpet.
    Mostly confident.
    He held the house door open for me. I said a professional thanks and slid by him with a professional foot of airspace. I shivered at his body heat, but dammit, it was a professional shiver.
    The moment Julian Emerson saw Glynn, he set down his cello and jumped to his feet. Tucking my sax next to the pit, Glynn took off with Julian. Huh. Blue-blood lawyer and Welsh bodyguard, BFFs? That might explain why Glynn had Julian’s limo, but I wondered why Julian had warned me to be careful around Glynn if they were friends.
    But hey, maybe here was the secret to dialing down my attraction to Glynn. Maybe Nixie and Julian had the goods on him, some personal wart since the whole knifey, teeth-picking thing hadn’t worked out. Grilling was in order. After assembling my sax, I grabbed my gig bag and slid into the chair next to Nixie, who was already warming up. “So we went out with Glynn and Mishela last night and didn’t explode or catch any communicable disease.”
    “Sad for you,” Nixie said around her clarinet mouthpiece. Blowing a couple more notes that squeaked like fingernails on chalkboard, she grimaced and yanked off the reed, slid it into its case and pulled out a new one.
    “Julian warned me off Glynn too. What is it with you guys, anyway? Mishela’s perfectly nice. And Glynn…” Well, Glynn was Glynn.
    “So nothing happened? ” She stuck the new reed in her mouth. “Nothing at all?” The reed wobbled like a