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easy grins, a thanks, then walked off without speaking to any of them.
    Trey took two steps after her before he realized what he was doing. He wasn’t there to score. He was there to enjoy a night out in anonymous fun.
    Meeting a woman could be fun, right?
    Anonymous, even. It might actually be a good test, to see if his pathetic disguise would hold up under closer scrutiny, like a one-on-one conversation.
    â€œWhere you going?” Stephen asked.
    â€œResearch,” he answered, and followed the horrible, hot dancer.
    * * *
    Cassie leaned over the bar and waved to the bartender. He held up a hand without looking in her direction, signaling he’d caught her in his peripheral vision. She spun and leaned her elbows on the bar and grinned. “Fucking fantastic.”
    Anya looked less convinced. “That was terrifying.”
    â€œTerrifying how fun that was! Unwad the panties, Anya.” When Anya’s lips twitched, she knew she was golden. “Besides, I noticed a few guys rushing to your side when you got down.”
    â€œYou scared them off by telling them thanks but no thanks to the drink offers.” Anya sighed. “Just as well though.”
    â€œYou know the rule. We buy our own drinks.” Their unwritten rule for never getting so trashed they made dangerous choices. She turned when Anya pointed and ordered two bottles of water from the waiting bartender. After sliding him the cash, she caught an interesting face over Anya’s shoulder. “Hottie, twelve o’clock.”
    Anya stared over Cassie’s head. “My twelve or your twelve?”
    â€œMine.” She closed her eyes a moment to laugh at herself. When she cracked the seal on the bottle and took a healthy swig of cold water, her entire body shivered in response. Oh, that was good.
    â€œBig fan of water, huh?”
    The interesting face had wandered up to stand next to them. She gave him a quick perusal. Cute, definitely cute. Toned body, much taller than her—but most guys were, given she was only five foot four. His hair had the look of total disarray, like he couldn’t keep from running his fingers through it when he needed to push it back. It was an interesting mix of gold and brown, not quite one or the other. And his eyes were dark behind cute frames.
    â€œBig fan of not being dehydrated.”
    Anya scooted closer to her.
    â€œI’d offer to buy you a drink, but something tells me you’d say no.”
    â€œGood guess. Thanks for the thought, though.” She took the last sip of water and screwed the cap back on.
    â€œI saw you up there, on the platform,” the cute stranger said, watching her closely through lenses that were a little smudged.
    She resisted rolling her eyes. Right. Trolling for pussy. He probably thought she was a stripper on her day off or something. “Oh, yeah?”
    â€œYeah,” he echoed, then grinned. “You sucked.”
    She blinked, then laughed. Laughed until she almost doubled over. Holy hell, that was unexpected.
    â€œThat wasn’t very nice,” Anya said indignantly.
    â€œNot nice, but true,” Cassie admitted on a gasping breath. “Very true. I’ve never been a good dancer. But I can’t help myself.”
    â€œThat was my favorite part.” His eyes confirmed he was in on the humor. “That you could block it out and not care, and love it anyway.”
    Cute and intuitive. Her last night of freedom was getting more promising by the minute. “You got a name? Wait, let me guess. Nigel.”
    He blinked. “Huh? Why would you guess that?”
    â€œNigel Lythgoe. One of the judges from
So You Think You Can Dance
? Okay then,” she added when he showed no signs of following along. “Never mind. Lay it on me.”
    He hesitated a moment and took a sip of beer. “Trey,” he said finally. “My name’s Trey.”
    â€œCassie.” She held out a hand. “Pleased to