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pants pocket and scrolled through her calendar. “Almost six weeks. Plenty of time.”
    â€œTime?” He pushed his plate away. “For what?”
    She whipped out a notepad and pen from the depths of her bottomless handbag and started scribbling. “For me to loosen you up.”
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    â€œY OU WANT TO take me where?” Gabe crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb. It had been three days since Devin had announced her plan to “unstuff” him, and truth be told he hoped she’d forgotten the whole thing. Then she’d shown up at his Tribeca apartment looking like a cast member from
Hair
and said she was taking him to...
    â€œA rave,” she repeated, adjusting the fringed tube top she’d paired with a denim miniskirt and white gogo boots. The movement did wonderful things for her breasts. “It’s an all-night dance party.”
    â€œI know what a rave is.” Gabe smirked. “I crawl out from under my rock once in a while.” Plus, he had a case a couple of years ago involving a rave.
    â€œWell, come on, then. We’re burning midnight.”
    He looked down at his polo shirt and khakis. Another ten minutes and she would have caught him bare chested and in sweatpants, his usual bedtime attire. “Don’t you think I’m a little underdressed?”
    She shook her head, her long, dark hair, held off her face by a floral band, rippling. “Anything goes at these things.”
    He grimaced, remembering his case. Teenagers, illegal substances and slam dancing were a lethal combination. “So I’ve heard.”
    â€œIf you’re talking about drugs and sex...”
    He raised an eyebrow.
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you really think I’m so stupid I’d put your job at risk?”
    â€œNo, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” She might not have an Ivy League education like most of his colleagues, but he’d pit her street smarts against their book learning any day.
    â€œNot all raves are dens of iniquity. True rave culture is about peace, unity and respect. It’s about expressing yourself in any way you feel comfortable, in a place where you feel no fear, just love and joy from everyone around you.”
    He snorted. “You sound like a greeting card.”
    â€œVery funny. You need to loosen up, and this will get you out of your comfort zone and in touch with younger voters.” She tapped one patent-leather toe on the linoleum. “Now quit stalling and let’s go.”
    Busted.
    He picked up his keys and wallet from the hall table, stuffed them in his pockets and closed the door. He wasn’t pleased that Holcomb seemed to think he needed fixing, but Devin was front and center, ready, willing and able to help him “express himself.” Might as well get it over with. “Where exactly are we going?”
    She started down the corridor. “A vacant warehouse in the meat-packing district.”
    He trailed after her, admiring the way the skintight skirt cupped her ample bottom. Why did the bad girls always look so good?
    They stopped at the elevator and he pressed the down button. “How do you find out about these events? Is there some sort of website or something?”
    â€œThere are message boards and forums.” With a ding, the elevator door slid open and she got in. “But I found out about this one from some friends. That’s how I know it’s okay.”
    He followed her inside and hit the button for the ground floor. “So my job’s safe. I still don’t understand how going to a rave is supposed to get Holcomb to endorse me.”
    â€œYour boss wants you to be more relaxed, more spontaneous, right?” She did a little shimmy, bringing her backside dangerously close to his groin. “There’s nothing more freeing than dance.”
    Oh, yeah, that was freeing, all right. Any more freeing and he’d take her right