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on her best
flirtatious smile.   “Weren’t you going to
show me the band dressing room?”
    Tommy’s brown eyes lit up, but before he could say a
word Devon’s hand clamped around her waist again.   “I’ll show her,” he said in a cool
voice.   His eyes were drilling into Tommy’s,
and some unspoken agreement seemed to pass between them, because Tommy nodded
his head casually and turned back to the others.
    Anger flared up inside her.   How
dare he!   But she wasn’t about to
make a scene in front of everyone.   It
was fine.   If he wanted to be alone with
her then she would give him the piece of her mind that he deserved.   She’d been storing it for five years and if
he wanted to unlock it, then so be it.
    ****
    Devon was surprised when Eve jerked from his grasp,
but he knew he shouldn’t be.   Especially
after what had happened between them.   Her
back had stiffened when his hand touched her waist and now she took a swift,
smooth step away so she could turn and face him.   One of her beautiful winged brows lifted in a
slight arch and a pleasant, or what seemed to be pleasant, smile lifted her
full, red lips.
    He was stunned.   He hadn’t connected the girl in the crowd with the lithe figure he’d
seen from behind, talking to the band.   It wasn’t until after the picture had snapped and he’d turned to face
her that it had hit him.   It was really Eve.   His Eve…but all grown up now, with yards of
glossy dark hair and long shapely legs.
    “Well?” she said.
    He gestured with his hand in the direction of the
rooms, feeling tactless that he’d been staring.   “Ladies first.”
    She sifted effortlessly through the crowd, and he
followed close behind.   Her slim form
easily found openings between bodies.   When she got to the hallway entrance she stopped and looked back at
him.   “Which one is it?”
    “Second door on the left.”   He breathed a silent prayer that the room
would still be empty.   He moved quickly
to open the door for her and as she passed by him into the room he caught the
light scent of her perfume.
    The room was empty, thank god.   Shutting the door, he gathered his thoughts
and turned to face her.   Before he could
get a word out, his breath left his lungs in a whoosh as her fist made contact
with his gut.   Lifting his arms, he
turned to shield himself as several more blows peppered him on the side and
shoulder.
    “You asshole!   You creep!   I can’t believe I ever
had feelings for you!” she shouted.
    She stopped hitting as she spoke and he took the
opportunity to move away from the door and put the couch between them, just in
case.
    “Eve!   Hold
on!   Hold it!” he said, putting his hands
out in front of him in shock.   Never had
he expected such a reaction from the sweet college girl he had known.   But she was glorious in her anger.   Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shot
green fire at him.   Never, for as long as
he lived, would he forget how she looked right at this moment.
    “What?   What
could you possibly have to say to me?” she stormed.   Her hair flipped and swirled as she gestured
at him.  
    “Come on, Eve, we were just kids,” he
protested.  
    Wrong
move .  
    Her eyes widened and she stood even straighter.   Gathering breath for her next onslaught, he
assumed.   She looked like a queen about
to do battle.   He was lucky there was
nothing within her arms’ reach, or he was sure she would have thrown it at him.
    “Now wait a minute,” Devon said hastily, “Let me
speak.   I wanted to talk to you.   I’ve been wanting to talk to you…for a long
time now.”
    She stopped, deflating just a fraction, and sealed
her lips together.   Then she crossed her
arms over her chest, which actually accented her cleavage nicely, and glared at
him.  
    She didn’t say anything, but he knew a ticking time
bomb when he saw one, and decided he’d better say something while he had the
chance.   “This has been on my mind