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stretch of tan legs showcased by a jean miniskirt. Her blessedly undersized white peasant blouse revealed an enticing amount of cleavage along with a sliver of bare midriff. Drawn like a moth to an open flame, Chris took an involuntary step in her direction before remembering that sharp tongue of hers.
    “Hold on a minute, man.” JR clapped Chris on the shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
    Sam watched JR moving toward her in faded jeans and a vintage Pink Floyd concert t-shirt. Gosh, but the man was fine . His clothing highlighted the corded muscles of his lean build, and his smile was a slash of white underneath his tawny mustache. Like a love struck teen, she wanted to skip toward him and throw herself into his arms.
    JR picked her up and swung her around in a circle. She giggled as her favorite red Prada pumps flew off her feet, landing provocatively on the wide planked oak floor. She bent over to slide them back on. JR could not believe how sexy that simple gesture was.
    When she stood up he leaned over and whispered softly in her ear, “You look gorgeous.”
    Sam blushed. “Thanks.”
    JR turned to the tall woman next to Sam and stuck his hand out. “You must be Sara. I’m John Raymond, JR to my friends. It’s good to finally meet you.”
    “Yes I know who you are.” Sara shook his hand. “I know all about you.”
    JR’s smile tightened. He’d suspected all along that she was the reason behind Sam’s reluctance. Her demeanor tonight confirmed it. Ignoring her seemed to be the best course of action. He took Sam’s hand and tugged gently. “Come over and meet my buddy Keith. He used to be our guitarist before Marcus ran him off. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
    Hand in his, Sam trailed behind JR as they weaved through the crowded bar area. Sara followed behind them, speculative male heads turning to follow her.
    Chris fell into step beside Sara, entranced by those sexy long legs and ankle high cowboy boots. So intent was her focus on the couple in front of her that she didn’t seem to notice. Chris touched a finger to Sara’s bare arm. She stopped and turned toward him, crossing her arms over her chest. The pose was obviously meant to be aloof and intimidating, but it pushed her breasts up and even further out of her blouse. His pulse revved up into high gear.
    Chris wanted her. So much so that it was actually becoming physically uncomfortable. Shifting his stance, he finally found his voice. “Hey, didn’t know you and Sam were coming by tonight. Want me to get you a beer?”
    “It was a last minute decision.” Sara glared at Chris, but that was a mistake. Looking into those milk chocolate eyes of his made her slowly melt. “No on the beer,” she managed, irritated by the fact that he had such an unsettling effect on her. She turned abruptly to follow after Sam.
    Sara stepped down into the billiard room, admiring the serious set up. Eight pristine pool tables well lit by low hanging brass chandeliers were lined up in two rows, racks of cues and chalk within easy reach. She spotted JR and Sam talking with two other guys along the far wall. As she came closer, they both turned their heads in her direction.
    “Sara.” Sam reached out and put an arm around her sister’s waist, pulling her close. “This is Danny James, just hired as the drummer for Chris’ band, and this is Keith Smith, JR’s good friend and Chris’ new guitarist.”
    No woman would fail to notice this one , she thought. Keith met all the bad boy prerequisites, handsome and tall with black shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, and a hawkish nose. However, a present partiality toward brown tousled hair and brown eyes had Sara dismissing him and casting a searching glance back over her shoulder.
    Walking back from the bar, beers in hand, Chris’ lips flattened. The sight of his new guitarist holding Sara’s hand annoyed him. Keith grinned at her like an idiot and she returned the smile. Why the hell was she so cozy