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he danced with her.
Whatever Týr had to say must be pretty important to delay him.
    Echo shifted on the high bar stool and
crossed her legs. The hemline of her short skirt rode up her thigh.
She tugged at it, but the thing refused to budge.
    With a grimace, she gave up and sipped more
of her drink. Someone swung her stool to the left, startling her.
The brown-haired guy next to her smiled, and despite her scowl,
caged her in with a hand on her seat. The corners of his dark eyes
crinkled as his lusty gaze swept over her tight, sleeveless top
molded to her chest, then down to her legs, and back up to her
face. “Dance, sugar?”
    Echo nudged his hand off her stool. “No. I'm
waiting for my”—mate? He’d probably think it was a friend and get
excited—“husband.”
    His gaze lowered to her left hand and he
smirked.
    That’s the part that made people not believe
her. No ring. She didn't care for rings, mostly because it got in
the way of fighting. She smiled sweetly. “It’s at the
jewelers.”
    “No probs, you change your mind, I'm right
here.” He waggled his eyebrows.
    Of course, he’d be. Her pheromones—or angelic allure as Aethan insisted on reminding her she now
possessed—still leaked, no matter how much she tightened her mental
guards. So anything with a Y chromosome was drawn to her.
Tightening her psychic shields, she met yet another man's
smoldering stare.
    Echo took a healthy swallow of her drink and
turned away. A nice buzz had started when her seat was swung around
once more. Shit . Not again.
    Arms slid past her, trapping her against the
bar counter and caging her in. Echo narrowed her eyes, taking in
the impossibly handsome face in front of her. Ooh, time for some
fun.
    “I wouldn’t if I were you,” she said coolly.
“Like I just told him,” she flicked her thumb to the guy next to
her who was now chatting up his other neighbor, “I'm waiting for
someone. My other half, actually.”
    “Other half?” A dark brow shooting up, he
leaned closer. “Too bad for him. He shouldn’t have left you alone
and unattended.”
    Since he was practically in her air space,
she put her hand on his chest, keeping him back. “So you just hit
on women sitting alone, is that it?”
    “No, I have very selective tastes,” he
murmured, his gaze caressing her face. His low, heated tone sent a
shiver of awareness sliding through her. One she struggled to clamp
down.
    “Oh, really?” she drawled. “What exactly is
that, pretty boy?”
    “Pretty boy?” His mouth flattened.
    Hated that, did he? “Well, you are. You have
this whole sharp…”—devastatingly smoldering stare? Nah, then her
plan wouldn’t work—“totally useless look about you,” she
paraphrased the end line from a movie she’d recently seen, trying
hard not to smile.
    That sensual mouth so close to hers
twitched. “So I'm a prostitute now?”
    He remembered. She bit back her smile. She’d
been so sure he’d fallen asleep during the rerun of Pretty
Woman last weekend.
    “Well, considering you're trying to pick me
up, what am I supposed to think?” She batted her lashes at him.
    Those storm-gray eyes narrowed.
    Satisfied she’d had the last word, it was
time for part two of her plan—to render him totally speechless and
utterly horny. The moment on the beach was a start, but it had been
all about her.
    Echo took another sip of her drink then
rested her elbows on the counter behind her, which, of course,
pushed her chest out. His gaze slid down to linger on her cleavage.
With her buttons unfastened, the front parted, revealing the
swelling curves of her breasts and more of the lace edges of the
black, push-up bra Kira had given her.
    His eyes, slits now, came back up to meet
hers. Her heart pounded. She’d never in her life dressed so
provocatively as to reveal her underwear in public. Trying to get
her breathing back to normal, she glanced away from his heated
stare. A group of women standing several feet away eyed him in