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closer.
    He couldn’t resist asking, “Did you and your friends want to go to a dance club?”
    “Do you know of any?” She leaned in and whispered, “A good one. This is a girls’ night out sort of thing. Bridesmaid shower on the spur of the moment. Normally, I have every detail covered, but this time I was scrambling to plan something memorable.”
    Out on the sidewalk, all it took was talking with her and his pulse surged, rejuvenating him with a jolt of excitement jetting through body. It was beyond torturous to keep from taking hold of her. She smelled amazing, and he kept reminding himself not to stare a hole in her. He trained his gaze on her face and the air disappeared from his lungs. She floored him, and he didn’t know if it was her lovely individual parts or the gorgeous package.
    “Aren’t you Brett Gold? Yeah, you are!” A young woman from Corinth’s group came up to them. Corinth’s eyes locked onto his as the woman gushed. “The Devils are headed to the Super Bowl. You’ve gotta be excited.”
    “Pleasure,” he said, shrugging. “We still have to get through the playoffs.”
    “So you’re not from Hollywood?” Cory asked. “And here I thought I’d finally met an actor.”
    “No, I was there visiting,” he responded, holding her gaze and weighing if he should mention being there for physical therapy.
    “I guess I’d better do introductions,” she said, “before I’m called on the carpet for being uncivilized yet one more time.
    “You do have a tendency to let the moment get the better of you,” he teased, and was promptly reward by a cloud of color rushing across her cheeks, and then she bit her lip.
    “I think you’ve fallen for more moments than me, buster.”
    “Don’t think so.” All he could imagine was taking possession her smart mouth, tracing the edge of her lip with his finger, opening her mouth, and thrusting his tongue inside. Christ, his cock stiffened and he lost his train of thought.
    “Well, are we going to have the pleasure of an introduction?” Two women came up to Corinth.
    She smiled over to them and nodded. “Mr. Gold, may I introduce the bride-to-be, Gillian Sinclair…”
    He reached out his hand and shook. Then there was a line of woman and he shook hands, many more times than he’d imagined possible. Corinth wasn’t here with a couple of women. She had an entourage, not surprising with her larger-than-life personality. He’d been introduced to more than twenty women. Everyone called her Cory from what he could tell. And Cory was a young woman who’d never go for down and dirty flings, not with aunts, cousins, sisters-in-law, and friends surrounding her like a fairy princess. He even heard that her mother was back at the hotel, along with a Miss Louisa, and both would be disappointed to have missed out on this introduction.
    “I can get you and your family inside. If you want?” he said, trying not to sound pretentious. Then he considered this gift from the gods. “But you’d owe me.”
    “Owe you? I don’t like the sound of that,” she retorted, but not before he caught her staring at his mouth.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked, amused.
    “That you’re still full of yourself.” She twirled a strand of her caramel hair around her finger. “So, it’s true you play for the Devils?”
    “Does it matter? Would you rather me pretend to be an actor?” he asked, prickling her just because he liked to see her blush.
    Her blue eyes snapped to his and she curled one side of her incredible mouth into a playful smile. “Not to me. I’m not into football. Just, it’s strange. We spoke in the airport and…I don’t know. Don’t most football players work it into their conversation?”
    Her unabashed attitude struck him as refreshing. She didn’t try to impress him. If anything, she sought to level the playing field by kicking him in the shin. He glanced down at her mouth and she either unconsciously—or very consciously—sucked in