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out at the expectant crowd and back at Boone, who was also holding a mic. Her stomach tumbled. “You’re singing with me?”
    “You think I’d leave you hanging after you got strapped with me for ten days?” He mouthed, You’ve got this .
    Don’t I wish.
    The music to Gloriana’s “(Kissed You) Good Night” came on, and her heart did a little happy dance. It was one of her favorite songs. Boone sauntered across the stage and gazed into her eyes like she was the only person in the bar as he sang about how he should have kissed her. She was so caught up in the depth of emotions swimming in his eyes, and his raspy voice, she almost missed her lines. But years of training kicked in, and she hit every note. In those few seconds, singing about how he should have kissed her, her emotions rose to the surface, and everything else faded away. There was only her and Boone, and her mind reeled back to the porch, his mouth brushing against hers—she’d been ready to fall into that kiss.
    His face came into focus, bringing her back to the moment. He stood inches away. Heat sizzled in the space between them, drawing them closer, until they were standing so close she could barely breathe—but she could sing like she was born to do it. She drew deeper into him, into their connection, the last note sailing from her lips like a prayer. The crowd went wild, and without thinking, she grabbed his shirt and went up on her toes as he leaned down. Their mouths came together hungrily. The kiss was deep and wet, and she greedily took and took and took, pressing into his hard, hot frame, fisting her hands in his chest. Her legs felt like rubber, but she didn’t care, because the kiss ...It was the type of kiss girls dreamed about their whole lives. The kiss of all kisses, deep and consuming. He wasn’t just kissing her; he was possessing her, body and soul. They were becoming one being. He stroked every dip and recess of her mouth, her tongue, her teeth—and Lord help her, she wanted him to. His hand slid down her back and he cupped her ass, and she was so lost in him she moaned.
    Oh God! She moaned! Onstage!
    She pushed from his arms, her mouth burning for more. He had a soulful, tortured look in his eyes that completely knocked her off-balance. Literally. She stumbled sideways—and it had nothing to do with her buzz. Everyone was clapping and cheering, and she hadn’t even heard them when they were kissing! She was such a fool! He was just doing what he did. He was putting on a show, and she was like a swooning groupie. She’d fallen right under his spell.
    She was wrong—all of this had to be from the alcohol.
    The kiss. The feeling of walking on a cloud. Her inability to hear!
    She tried to force a smile and walk calmly off the stage, but she had no idea how her legs were functioning at all, because she was numb with embarrassment and couldn’t feel them. Boone’s arm circled her waist. His body was like an inferno searing through her clothes as he led her out the door and to the car. The night air stung her cheeks, helping to bring her mind back into focus.
    “What was that ?” She threw her hands up and paced beside the car. The gravel parking lot was dark, save for the illuminated Rum Hummer sign over the door. Trucks and motorcycles filled the parking lot. Their shiny silver Lexus sparkled like a crystal among rocks in a riverbed.
    “A hell of a kiss,” he said casually, unlocking the passenger door. “You nailed the song, by the way.”
    “I nailed the song?” She stomped toward him. “That’s all you have to say? I nailed the song? What about the kiss? I can’t kiss you. You have a girlfriend, and groupies, and—” She clenched her fists and groaned.
    “Trish, it was just a kiss.”
    “Yes! And I am not a groupie. You sucked me right in with your amazing stage presence and the way you were looking at me.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the car. “I can’t believe I kissed you!”
    He shoved