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eye contact? She was so screwed. That’s when she noticed that Joe had moved farther into the room, well ahead of her—and now he’d turned around so he could see her face?
    Hell .
    She wasn’t going to pay any attention to him. Wasn’t going to fail. She was going to find—
    That guy. To the left. Not that much taller than her. She was so determined not to look at Joe, she stared at the guy instead.
    One, two, three, four…
    She glanced down and smiled to herself. She’d done it. Actually maintained eye contact for the magical four seconds! She glanced back up and caught the guy’s eyes. He smiled. And her smile deepened.
    He stepped forward. “You looking forward to the game?”
    “Yeah.” She nodded. “Thanks.”
    She wasn’t going to clock Joe’s reaction. Not going to look over at him. She was maintaining eye contact with the new guy, who wasn’t too tall and intimidating. And she was relaxing and smiling because she’d won.
    “You’re a regular supporter?” he asked.
    “Uh, no.” She laughed a little self-consciously. “Actually, it’s my first time.” Ugh. Brainless, unintended innuendo.
    “No way.” His smile broadened and he stepped closer still. “Then we’d better make sure you have a really good time. My name’s Pete.” He held out his hand.
    “Abbi.” She took it.
    “Great to meet you, Abbi.” He held on a little too long, a touch too tight, too. That was a good thing, right? Except she didn’t like the feel of it.
    “You too.” She nodded and pulled her hand back. “So you’re a regular?”
    “Absolutely,” he laughed.
    Jeez, she was actually getting somewhere. Nadia’s no-failure tip had been right. Except—now what?
    “You here with friends?” he asked.
    “Yeah, at the bar.” She stumbled over an explanation. Should have thought of that first.
    “Leaving you free to talk to me.”
    “It would seem so.” She racked her brain for something to say. “You’re a big Giants fan?”
    Duh, given the club shirt and cap and the fact that he’d already told her he was a regular supporter, that’d be a yes.
    “Sure am.” He moved. “You’re gonna be cheering for my team tonight, right?”
    Uh. Though the room was filling up, Pete was now standing just a little too close. She could smell his aftershave. It was good of him to think of personal hygiene, but it was a little strong. It wasn’t as nice as the freshly showered, soapy smell of—
    “Abbi?” Joe slung his arm along her shoulders. “You need a drink?”
    Startled, she jumped. His hand tightened, pulling her closer.
    “I’m Joe.” He nodded at Pete. “Lost track of my special guest there for a minute.”
    Could he be any less subtle? And could she be any more stupidly relieved? But she sent Pete an apologetic smile.
    “Yeah, well, you wouldn’t want her to get lost given it’s her first time,” Pete answered, his expression souring.
    “No, I wouldn’t,” Joe replied, his smile more a baring of teeth.
    “I better go find my guys.” Pete stepped back.
    “Enjoy the game,” Joe called after the guy as he disappeared into the crowd.
    “What was that?” Indignant, mostly with herself, Abbi turned toward Joe, trying to ignore the fact that the movement brought her too close to him. There was that fresh soap scent and as for the wall of heat? The solid wall?
    “What?”
    Oh, now he looked all innocent?
    Abbi shook her head. “You just cock-blocked me.”
    “I— what ?” He laughed—but it was a surprisingly humorless sound.
    “You did. You scared him off.” She lifted her hand and gave his chest an ineffectual shove. “I was getting somewhere.”
    Joe’s innocent facade suddenly sharpened, his smile falling to reveal a set look about his mouth. “Only because you didn’t stop staring at the guy.”
    “He didn’t seem to mind.” She lifted her chin and tried to take a step back but found she couldn’t. When had Joe’s arm tightened to prison strength?
    “Of course he didn’t,”