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focus that she hadn't even realized was missing. “That's the world-famous DJ?”
    “No, that's his crew manager. There he is, Sean Kalmus, a.k.a. DJ Kal.”
    She caught sight of him, and her breath stuck in her throat. He was magnificent. Tall, he wore an off-white shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and powerful chest. Long legs, thick with muscle, filled out his jeans, and he had the graceful fingers of an artist. She couldn't see his face from this angle, only the blaze of his red-brown hair and the line of his strong jaw.
    “He doesn't walk like a musician,” Tian murmured in her ear. “He walks like a fighter.”
    All Carmella could do was nod. Time seemed to slow down, and the crowd around her faded to insignificance. She could see every nuance of his movements, and the timbre of his distant voice made her want to sigh. Her body went from hot to cold and back to hot again as she waited for Sean to turn around. She had to see his eyes. Once she saw his eyes she would know him and would be able to taste his spirit.
    Dianta pranced around them, her teased blonde hair blocking his face from view. Impatiently, Carmella pushed her way to the front of the crowd. There were grumbles and complaints as she elbowed through, but none of that mattered. She had to see him.
    Miguel's speech about the glory of the school washed over her like meaningless babble. She considered breaking rank and walking to him herself just before he finally turned. At the first sight of his amazing blue eyes, her world shifted on its axis.
    The pounding of her heart drowned out the voices around her. Gods, he was handsome. His face was all masculine angles, wonderful blends of shadows and light. And his eyes, his eyes were overwhelming, a dark gray-blue that reminded her of the sea during a storm. Hard eyes, dominating eyes, but filled with kindness and compassion behind all his strength.
    Energy filled her, reawakening the blissful feeling from this morning of impending joy. She scarcely dared to breathe, her gaze locked on his face. As Miguel talked, Sean scanned the large crowd of dancers and musicians, lowering his head to speak to the shaggy-haired man every now and then.
    Sean seemed to be avoiding Dianta. She would bounce in his direction, and he would subtly turn his body away from her. It was funny watching him give her the cold shoulder. At one point, he even avoided a clutching manicured claw in a move a ninja would envy. Carmella couldn't help but a smirk of satisfaction over Dianta's increasingly desperate attempts to attract his attention.
    Impatiently, she waited for his attention to reach her part of the crowd. A small part of her mind told her to hide, that she was worthless and would embarrass herself if he did notice her. Her soul told it to shut up.
    Sean caught her eye, and she swore his jaw dropped. A small smile began to bloom on her lips but quickly wilted as he turned to speak with the shaggy man. Sean’s mouth lifted in a curl of disgust when Miguel laid a hand on his shoulder. Miguel didn't seem to notice, but Carmella could see Sean's body stiffen as he moved away from Miguel.
    Feeling like a fool, she moved quickly to the back of the crowd and hid behind Tian. What was she thinking? Why would he be interested in a mouse of a woman dressed in clothes three times her size? He was beyond anything she had ever seen. He must have women throwing themselves at him. Dianta had certainly tried every trick in her slutty book to gain his attention. Miguel kept attempting to casually move her away from Sean, to the point of securing an arm around her waist and pinning her to his side.
    Carmella wallowed in her misery. If only things were different. If only her father was still alive and she stood next to Sean, welcoming him. She wanted to go crawl in a hole and hide. In front of the entire school she had stared at him like some love struck teenager. Tian gave her a curious look, but left her alone as the squad divisions and