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right? I mean, I was here, you were here….”
    He nodded. “Coincidence.”
    â€œExactly.” She beamed at him as if he were an especially slow student who’d finally caught on to the day’s lesson. “So all I’m saying is that there’s no point in making a big deal out of this.”
    Made perfect sense, he told himself. It was the out he should have been looking for. So why, he wondered, was he feeling the first stirrings of anger inside him? He was already regretting dancing with her. Why in the hell should he be pissed because she was asking him to forget about the whole thing? That ripple of anger spread and bubbled throughout his body, and he almost welcomed it. Heaven knew it was a far more familiar feeling around Kyra than anything else he’d been experiencing that night. “So we just ignore it.”
    â€œHow hard can it be?”
    â€œGetting easier every second.”
    She frowned. “No reason to get cranky. I’m doing this for both of us.”
    He folded both arms across his chest and braced his feet far apart in an unconscious fighting stance. “Thanks so much.”
    â€œYou know,” she said, giving in to a bit of anger herself, “I think I’m being reasonable about all of this. I’m just saying what you’re thinking.”
    â€œWow. A mind reader, too. I had no idea you were a part-time mystic.”
    Her jaw worked as if she were biting her tongue. Hard. She leaned in toward him, captured his gaze with hers. “I don’t know why you get to act all huffy. This is all your fault.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œHey, I didn’t ask you to dance.”
    Good point. She hadn’t even known he was in the building. If he’d just slipped out the front door instead of following her to the dance floor, none of this would be happening. Disgusted with himself, he felt his battle stance dissolve, and he shoved both hands into his jeans pockets. “If I could kick my own ass right now, believe me, I’d do it.”
    Her lips twitched and he found himself staring at her mouth and wondering how it would taste.
    Damn it.
    â€œSo you agree?” she asked.
    Though it cost him dearly to agree with Kyra Fortune about anything, he had to admit she had the right idea here. To just forget about this little blip in their relationship. To put them both back on an even footing. Even if that meant making them armed adversaries again. They were much safer that way.
    â€œYes.” He gritted his teeth, determined now to just get away from her as fast as he could.
    â€œGood.” She nodded abruptly, but didn’t move to leave.
    â€œSomething else?” he asked, pitching his voice to be heard above the music.
    She looked as though she wanted to say something, then thought better of it. “No. I mean… No.”
    â€œOkay.” He glanced at his watch, more for effect than anything else. “I’ve got an appointment so—”
    â€œOh.” A flash of something that might have been disappointment streaked across her features and was gone again in an instant. Then she lifted her chin, looked him in the eye and said, “All right. Then, goodbye.”
    â€œYeah.” Why wasn’t he moving?
    â€œSee you at work.”
    â€œRight.” He still didn’t budge. For God’s sake, he told himself, move.
    Before he could, though, she turned and walked away, weaving through the crowd with a lazy grace that held Garrett captivated. Even after the mob of people swallowed her, he stared after her, like some lovesick schoolboy hoping for another smile from the head cheerleader.
    He shook his head as if trying to shake Kyra out of his mind. But as he turned and stalked toward the front door, storming through the crowd like a man possessed, he already knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
    He’d held her now.
    He knew what she felt like in his arms.
    And he wondered why in the hell