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lowered her glasses to the tip of her nose, licked her already glossed lips, and with a saucy smile trilled our arrival to everyone in the area.
    â€œWe’re heeeere!”
    And damned if half the people in the area didn’t do a double-take to see which starlet had made such a dramatic entry. Voices murmured, people squinted for a closer look, and a camera flashed.
    â€œUn-freakin’-believable,” Des muttered in my ear, her nerves temporarily steadied by my sister’s outrageous confidence. “If anyone asks her for an autograph, I’m cursing them.”
    â€œI’ll hunt down the eye of newt for that spell myself,” I offered.
    While Missy simpered and vogued, Des and I headed for the baggage area, looking first for traveling celebs, and second for our escort. For a moment we thought we saw Ashton Kutcher, hidden in a hoodie and mega sunglasses, but we couldn’t be sure. Then all thoughts of star-gazing popped out of my head when I saw a burly, uniformed limo driver with a cardboard sign that read, King .
    I elbowed Desi. “Look!”
    â€œMmm mmm. Honk the hottie horn.”
    I did a double-take at the driver and then cocked a questioning eyebrow at Des. “Hot? He looks like that guy from the Sopranos .”
    â€œNot him.” Des rolled her eyes and twisted my head to the right, bringing the guy standing next to our chauffeur into my line of vision. “ Hiiim .”
    Yo-ho-hell-o! Honk the hottie horn, indeed. My vision narrowed to a bubble of focus on his gorgeous stubbled face. Sound faded away to a buzzing hum and my cheeks grew prickly hot, while my tummy got swirly.
    He had trim golden-brown hair, with sideburns and just a tease of spikes on top. If I had to guess, I’d say he was about nineteen, only two years older than me. A distressed leather jacket and scarred shit-kicker boots made him look effortlessly sexy. His chiseled cheekbones and piercing olive eyes made my hands tremble, but it was his voluptuous lips and adorable cleft chin that made my body turn to molten lava.
    Suddenly his gaze caught mine. He tilted his head and gave me an appraising look. Still, I couldn’t move. When his lips lifted in the barest of smiles, I heard myself give a soft sigh.
    â€œAl. Al?” Des said. “Earth to Aly.”
    When I didn’t answer, didn’t even realize she’d spoken to me, she jumped in front of me, arms akimbo, eyes narrowed in disbelief. I craned to look over her shoulder.
    â€œWhoa,” I thought I heard her say before she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook.
    â€œBreathe,” she ordered, echoing my earlier instruction.
    In a flash the world came rushing back into my awareness. Desi stood directly in front of me, a look of “I’ve so got ammunition on you now” amusement on her face, while screaming babies and people chattering in different languages on cell phones added a chaotic soundtrack to the scene. Strangely, I found myself sucking in air like I’d been holding my breath or something.
    Des laughed. “Now that’s what I call luststruck.”
    I felt myself pinken. “I don’t know what you … you’re nuts … I was just … ”
    What was I just doing? Good Lord, what had just happened to me?
    She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and glanced over her shoulder to where he still stood. “I was gonna call dibs, but if the dude’s got that kind of effect on you, he’s all yours.”
    My blush deepened and Des cracked up.
    â€œI’m marking today, Tuesday, July 10th, on the calendar,” she marveled with a grin. “ ’Cause I’ve never seen you that way.”
    â€œWhat way?” Missy interrupted. Once the mini-buzz she’d created had fizzled out like day-old soda, she’d sashayed her way over to us.
    I gave Desi a warning look.
    â€œHot and bothered,” Des answered Missy with an impish grin, before qualifying her