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physical touch.
    That man was dangerous.
    Moving bodies cut off my view of him, and I strained to look around them, but by the time I could see that piece of wall again, he was gone. I looked around the club and didn’t see him. I figured he must have left, since I couldn’t find a trace of him, but I still felt like he was watching me.
    It took a while for my body to normalize again.
    Shep was getting ready to go on the small platform stage by the dance floor, but he spotted us at the bar and came over to say hi. He’d always been a ladies’ man, but he had a thing for Cynthia in particular when he was sober and discriminating. Cynthia was sitting there looking like the next best thing to an ice-cream cone, so he put an arm around her shoulder and asked how she’d been doing. Here’s how that went:
    “I’ve been great, but I’ve missed seeing you around,” she purred in this ultrasexy voice, her eyes looking all smiley and sleepy at the same time, and Shep’s cheeks went flush instantly. I could almost hear his erection ping to attention. (I’d never seen her turn on this vamp side. It was totally lethal. I would kill for a cheat sheet.)
    “I’m so glad.” Shep squeezed her shoulder, his face looking warm, his soulful, half-baked eyes trying to look deeply into hers, though it was hard to take someone seriously when they were dressed like a grungy teenager and smelled just a little on the far side of ripe.
    “You’re going to play tonight?” She ran a hand over his chest, leaving it there as he tried to breathe normally.
    “Yeah. We’re starting in just a few.”
    “I just love watching you play.” And that’s when I saw the sneaky side look she gave. If I’d blinked, I would have missed it. She was that quick and seamless, but I turned my head to follow her gaze and saw that Adonis had somehow made his way to a bar stool just a short distance away and was gritting his teeth, watching the scene play out between Shep and Cyn. He did not like what he was seeing, if the muscle ticking in his cheek was anything to go by.
    “Can I buy you a drink before I go on?” Shep asked.
    “Sure. I’d love one.” She turned to me, and I’m sure my mouth was hanging open at this point. “I’d like a Corona, Tay.”
    I recovered myself enough to utter, “Really? I thought you were allergic or something.”
    “Not that allergic.” She smiled.
    “Well, if you’re sure.” I frowned and grabbed a cold one from the fridge behind me, but as I put it on the bar with a cocktail napkin, a large male hand took the bottle from me.
    “She doesn’t drink,” Adonis stated, sort of in a Terminator voice.
    “Back off,” Cynthia snarled at him.
    “What’s going on, Cyn?” Shep frowned, having to look up a few inches to see Adonis clearly. “You know this guy?”
    “No, I don’t,” Cynthia growled, and I have to say, I was absolutely speechless. I’d never seen Cynthia break a sweat on a hot day, much less get downright angry. She was always the blonde who was cool and in control no matter what crisis happened to be playing out.
    “Leave her alone.” Shep, poor guy, did his best to stand up for Cynthia, though it was clear he was nervous and scared to be facing a guy who looked like a powerhouse. I appreciated that Adonis seemed to be a blond version of Ryder, all big and hulking.
    There seemed to be a sudden surplus of big and hulking...
    “Make him go away, Cyn,” Adonis said in a quiet voice. He displayed an absolute lack of concern for what Shep thought he could do in a fight. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”
    Cynthia glared up at the man’s face as seconds ticked by, and I could almost hear Shep gulp. Then she plastered a smile on her face and turned to Shep. “No worries.” She leaned over and kissed Shep’s cheek. “He’s an old friend. I think your band is ready to start.”
    “Are you sure? ’Cuz if you need me to, I’ll kick this guy’s ass.”
    “No, really,” Cynthia