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with a Mohawk.
    Naomi helped herself to a cup of punch. As other guests in various getups and strange adornments arrived, she got comfortable. Their exaggerated mannerisms and over-the-top enthusiasm for everything provided a wonderful viewing opportunity. And yet Naomi loved that Chantelle enjoyed life outside of any cookie-cutter style and mentality.
    “Don’t look longingly at them. They are kids with no sense of responsibility.” Zack stood next to her.
    “Whoa, don’t you sound like a Grinch,” she teased.
    “Why is she having a party?”
    “She felt like it.” Naomi glanced up at the square jaw, but couldn’t help noticing how his lips tightened into a flat line.
    “I’m sure they didn’t pay for a thing. As usual, she’sthe one feeding her so-called friends. They just want to use her.”
    Naomi thought the same thing about Chantelle’s so-called friends, but she wasn’t so adamant with her conclusion.
    “Who is that guy?”
    Naomi looked in the direction of Zack’s hand. She allowed his other hand to rest lightly on her forearm. She spied a young guy who dressed differently from the rest. He had a certain sophistication in his taste of pale blue polo shirt and olive-green khakis. He stood back from the crowd as if he were studying them.
    A blonde girl came up from behind and slipped her arm around his waist in a playful hug. However, he pushed her hands away with a rough motion of disgust. Her hurt expression was lost on him. His intense gaze didn’t include her.
    “He’s looking at Chantelle.”
    “I should have a talk with him.” He moved forward.
    “Ah…no.” Naomi stepped forward to push Zack back. Her hands met the hard sheath of muscle under his shirt. The man didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat. For a moment, she’d forgotten why she was standing face-to-face with him.
    “I don’t like the way he’s looking at my little sister.”
    “I know. But you can’t go and make a scene. You won’t get what you want and you’ll end up being the bad guy.”
    He shifted his focus from the offensive guy to her face. A small smile tugged at his mouth, providing a sexy tilt to his lips. “I didn’t know you cared.”
    Naomi dropped her hands. The heat from touchinghim still radiated in the palms of her hands. Then she remembered Chantelle’s words about their attraction and she took a few steps back to break any romantic connection.
    “Oh, here he comes.” Zack turned toward the guy.
    “No.” Naomi lowered her voice. “I’ll take care of it.”
    Puzzled, he looked at her. “How? And why?”
    “Because I’m sure that I can find out his intentions and still save Chantelle from the embarrassment.”
    “That’s not my priority.” Zack’s scrutiny hadn’t wavered.
    “Clearly, but she’d be mortified.”
    “Maybe she could learn a few tips from how I handle these bozo men.”
    “As much as I think you would do a fine job as a bouncer of a nightclub, this is her party. I have a tad more subtlety than you. Let me do my thing.”
    “This I have to see,” Zack challenged.
    Naomi strode over to the young man. She didn’t have a clue what she’d say to him. But the mocking glint in Zack’s eyes couldn’t be ignored.
    The man had moved closer to the pool. He continued his predatory surveillance of Chantelle. At any moment, she expected him to drop on all fours and scurry along the tables and benches in search of his prey.
    “Hi, I’m Naomi.”
    “The basketball girl,” he acknowledged.
    “Are you having a good time?”
    “Not my crowd.”
    “Why are you here, then?”
    “I came with my boys.”
    “Really.” Naomi made a show of scanning the area for a cluster of frat boys.
    “Look. I’m not into older women,” he said dismissively.
    “No, you’re into girls with trust funds,” Naomi countered.
    “What?” He moved away from her. The blonde ran over to hook arms with him again. He pulled away for the second time. “Back off,” he told her. He stalked