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“Can’t abide it,” he agrees. “What are we going to do about it?”

“Help a lady out?” I suggest with a casual shrug.

Zev nods. “It’s the only chivalrous thing.”

The man has become intrigued with her story, and her, and he’s standing there, repeatedly drying a glass.

“What does a girl have to do to get laid in this town?”

In that moment, as if suddenly aware of my scrutiny, she freezes and meets my gaze in the mirror.

Her beautiful mouth parts, in surprise, perhaps.

And I know one thing.

Those lips are most definitely kissable.

By me.

Within the hour, I’ll be claiming them. And her.

The evening suddenly looks much more promising.

I finish my whiskey and stand.

The innocent blonde, so trusting, stares at me, unblinkingly as I make my move.

CHAPTERFOUR

Harper

Behind me,movement captures my attention. With my glass halfway to my mouth, I freeze.

The man standing there has to be well over six feet. His shoulders are shockingly broad, and a sports coat is tailored so that I’m drawn to his slim waist.

He’s looking at me, and I’m unable to tear my eyes from him.

His raven-dark hair is rakishly combed back from his forehead, but it’s his facial bone structure that holds me riveted. The man is stunning, all sharp, masculine angles.

Even in a room full of gorgeous men, he would stand out.

Then our gazes meet.

His eyes are beautiful, the color of the deepest ocean, every bit as intimidating and threatening.

He takes a step, and I’m frozen like a rabbit captured in headlights. A primitive instinct urges me to run as far and as fast as I can.

But when it comes to this, my survival instincts refuse to respond.

When he takes a second step, I know one thing for certain… He is coming for me.

Oh God. Of all the high-end places in Las Vegas, why did I have to choose this one?

Moments later, he’s beside me, and he plucks the glass from my numb fingers. It’s probably a good thing because I’m in danger of losing my grip and sending it shattering on the bar top.

“He’s an idiot.”

Breathless, I angle myself so that I can look at him better. Because he’s so much taller than me—even in my heels—I have to tip my head way back to see the expression in his eyes.