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her bottom lip. Slow and sexy and his cock hardened. “Like what? Hello, I play ball. Should I have given you my stats and potential to be traded?”
    “Are you?” She wrinkled her pert nose.
    “Seriously, you want my stats?”
    “No.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you going to be traded?”
    “Haven’t any indication.” No sense in delving into his worry. “Look, give me a moment and I’ll have you set up—when you agree to my conditions.” He didn’t want to leave her out here where any number of men might come up to her. Hell, he didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend. She wasn’t wearing an engagement ring. “Just you all? No dates?” He swung his hand in a circular motion.
    “Yes. And your conditions better not be kinky,” she shot back. “I can find another dance club in a jiffy.”
    “On a Saturday night during a holiday weekend? You’re way off.” This type of female radical hot mess he needed to avoid like the plague, not devise plans to get her back to his hotel room, naked and screaming his name.
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
     
    Brett Gold called her out on the carpet. He was right, and she’d had a vague sense of unease in thinking about evening plans ever since Mama had said to make the emphasis on a bachelorette party. All dressed up and nowhere to go sunk in deep, standing on the sidewalk in front of Firefly, the place to be on a Saturday night. For all of Miller’s connections, he’d vehemently refused to get them into the swanky dance club while the Dallas Devils were throwing some sort of wild shindig.
    And that was exactly what her party planning wiles were hot and heavy to deliver to Gillian. A night that would best all the wild nights Stephen had already had. The payback factor was planetary in dimension. And from one Annona-born woman to another, about to be married to one of the original players from their hometown, this would be perfect. God, how torrentially upset her brother—no, make that brothers— wouldbe when they found out their wives and fiancée had been partying with a rowdy bunch of NFL football players. All the jokes, all the pranks, all the overprotective maneuvers she’d endured as the only sister of those mad hatters on Evermore would be repaid. She’d finally have the upper hand, one she’d be able to hold over their heads until kingdom come.
    “Name your price,” she said, and this time she did bring her poker face to the table. “I don’t know, the place looks a little shabby…”
    Brett coughed. “This is the most exclusive club in Dallas—make that, all over Texas.”
    “If it was, it wouldn’t close down for a night. I mean, really.”
    “That’s not what you said a second ago,” he volleyed back.
    “Things change. So what is it that you want? From me.”
    He seemed at a loss. In a good way. Kinda. His quietly seductive manner, tinged with his commanding persona, had unearthed a fantasy she’d had of him. Vivid images popped into her mind of Brett’s large hands on her body, his mouth saying her name as he’d just done. Low and hoarse, she imagined the way he’d say it as he undressed her and when she was naked under him. The feel of him poised above her, and then him surging inside her had a shiver erupting up her spine. Sweet Jesus, she had no doubts that a night with him would be filled with shattering pleasure, the type she’d never known, and she inhaled rapidly…might never know. A car’s horn blared in the street and she jumped, grabbing hold of Brett’s arm, unsteadily blinking up into his eyes.
    “Dance with me. And I mean a real dance. Slow, like people were meant to dance.”
    “That’s it?” Cory asked. “One dance.”
    “Yes. And have a drink with me without being a wiseacre,” he added.
    “Okay,” she shrugged. “Sure.”
    “Shake?” he asked, gazing down at her as though she might disappear with some prized possession of his.
    “Again? You must come from a place where a man’s word means something. I do,