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his head.
    Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth was open and wet.
    â€œShit,” he muttered. But instead of diving back in like he wanted to, he cast a swift glance over his shoulder. Just as she’d said, two men were standing in the doorway between the lounge and the spa grounds. One was gray-haired, short and wiry, while the other was younger, taller, dark-haired, wearing a khaki-colored designer suit and an expression so cold that Nash figured he must practice it in a mirror every morning.
    If the man had been staring at him, he would have stood his ground, but it was Eve who had his focus, and Nash remembered he was supposed to get her out of here. He planted a quick kiss on her mouth, then curled his hands around her waist. “Let’s go, Party Girl.”
    He boosted her up, and she slid her long, swimsuit-model legs around his waist, leaving his erectionnestled two layers of denim away from heaven. Jesus, he thought, stifling a groan. She was going to kill him with lust alone.
    Her eyes opened all the way, and her gaze met his. Despite the startling kiss, their provocative pose, and the man in the doorway she wanted to avoid, she was still cool as a cucumber. She could even arch that damn brow. “Apparently you need monster equipment to drive those monster machines.”
    â€œTake it as a compliment,” he said, striding toward the door and the two men he intended to push through without hesitation. “Because what I have to tell you, isn’t.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    He shifted her a little higher and kept his eye on the two men eyeing them. “Darlin’, not only are your tits starting to sag,” he murmured in her ear, “but you’re getting a bit bottom-heavy, too.”
    And whether it was due to her surprised laughter or his brisk pace, the duo at the door parted and let them through without incident.
    His stride ate up the path that led from the public areas of the Kona Kai to the gate separating them from the private suites and bungalows. The guard held the wrought-iron open for them, and Nash walked through. He kept going until he heard the clang that signaled it was shut. Then, without warning or ceremony, he dropped the party girl to her pretty feet.
    She stumbled a little on landing, but he resisted the urge to hold her up. Hold her again. Kiss her, long, and hot and wet. He couldn’t let one fake smooch lead him away from good sense or the questions he wanted answered.
    He got right to it. “So what just happened?”
    â€œYou hustled me out of there. Thanks.” She tried to put her hands in her front pockets, but those X-rated jeans were so damn tight they only fit her index fingers. “Good night.”
    In disbelief, he watched her turn on one pointy toe of those bad-girl pumps. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder. “For two aspirin and a big glass of water, unless you know better hangover prevention.”
    There was no need for aspirin or anything else. Something had driven the drunkenness right out of her. That’s what he wanted to understand. “Hold it right there.”
    Her feet stopped moving, but she did the whole eyebrow arch again, from over her shoulder. “What?”
    â€œI just sucked face with you and you think you can walk away without an explanation?”
    She winced. “‘Suck face’? I haven’t heard that since seventh grade.”
    The superbeauty made Nash feel like seventh grade. Flooded with hormones, fascinated by the female half of the world, more than ready to flex brand-new muscles. In seventh grade, Nash’s height had jumped from five-and-a-half feet to six, and his father had halted his Monday through Friday threats to beat the crap out of him. He’d waited until the booze-binge weekends instead.
    Nash put his mind back to the matter at hand. “I want to know what was going on back there.