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face, actually—long nose, very straight, angular jaw, and full lips. Delicious. But it was the eyes that stood out; they seemed to glow as they stared at him. The man radiated energy and vitality and more charisma standing still than most people would have performing on center stage. Though he was across the room, Trelain could tell he used up more than his share of air space.
    “Trelain…?”
    He looked back to discover all eyes in his little group on him. Shit, what had he missed? “So sorry. Just thought I saw someone I know.”
    Allison smiled and took his arm again. She certainly seemed to have gotten over her compunction about touching him. “Mr. Anson was just asking how long you will be staying in our fair city.”
    “Oh.” He smiled and tried to keep from looking back toward the man with the silver hair. “We will be here all week, but I’ll have some days off, so I hope to sightsee a bit. I’ve been to Los Angeles twice before, so what would you suggest as a good tourist attraction for a third-timer?”
    Mr. Anson’s wife laughed. “Well, you must see the La Brea tar pits, of course, and certainly you don’t want to miss the contemporary art museum…”
    The deep voice came from behind him. “Actually, Patrice, I think he should go south and see Laguna Beach.”
    Trelain saw the woman look up, and several emotions flickered across her face. Something between horror and delight. “Oh, well, you would know, Daniel.”
    Trelain turned slowly, knowing exactly who he would find. His gaze rested for a moment in the middle of the man’s ruffled shirt, and then he looked up into eyes so dark, it was easier to think of them as black than blue. “Hello.”
    The man called Daniel didn’t smile. “Hello.”
    Allison rushed into the awkward tension. “Oh, Daniel, I was just going to bring Trelain to meet you. Cavalier, may I present Daniel Terrebone. He is a great supporter of the arts throughout California. Daniel, this is…”
    “Of course, Allison, I know who this is.” His eyes had never wavered from Trelain’s.
    Her hands fluttered. “Yes, of course.”
    The man looked up finally and smiled. A wolf face indeed. And such a pretty wolf. “Andy, Patrice, you have had sole custody of our star for long enough. I’m going to claim my prize and get him some champagne, which he appears to be woefully missing.” He clasped Trelain’s arm and gave a gentle tug. “May I steal you away?”
    Trelain wanted to grab this yummy human and make a run for the door, but manners were required. He smiled what he hoped was regretfully at the Ansons. “Thank you both so much for sharing your perspectives with me. Very inspiring.” He noticed Andy Anson preen a bit at the comment. Good. His work was done here. “It was delightful to meet you.” He bowed slightly from the waist in lieu of a handshake and turned toward the man who still lightly held his arm. Daniel. What was the last name again?
    The big man led him through the crowd with a strong hand. Trelain glanced back to see Allison’s face looking both confused and concerned. She clearly didn’t want to lose control of her donor-bait, but lose control she had. Daniel seemed to be quite certain where he was leading them.
    When they reached the other end of the big open space, Trelain pulled back. The guy was much bigger, but Trelain was strong. “Hold up. Where do you think we’re going?”
    The man turned and gave Trelain that wolfish grin again. Close up, he really was lovely with those deep, dark eyes, and dark curving brows contrasted with the shock of silver hair. “I thought I’d rescue you.”
    Trelain smiled. “And I thought I was getting champagne.”
    The man stared at him for a moment then looked up and waggled a finger seemingly into space. Moments later, a waiter appeared out of the crowd carrying a tray packed with bubbly. The man grinned. “Would you like it all?”
    Trelain smiled back. Daniel seemed a man who got what he wanted. But