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Or maybe he was just surprised to find her staring at him with such open curiosity. And what about the buttercup yellow that had snuck into his aura? She hadn’t noticed that the first time she’d looked at him.
    The man blinked, his eyes widening as his gaze flickered down her body and back up again. It wasn’t a leisurely once-over—although Kaz felt it deep in her belly, which seemed to flutter with a million butterflies. It was a quick glance, almost imperceptible, except Kaz was staring at him so intently she couldn’t help but notice. And he knew it.
    A magnetic pull danced between them, making her want to shuffle up close.
    Had Tasha and Sophie not been standing beside her, she would have taken a step forward. As it was, she had to force herself to replace her foot on firm ground and not move.
    But then he smiled, a smile so sexy it made Kaz smile too. And shiver. She couldn’t help herself. She stepped closer. She would have taken another step if he hadn’t blinked once again and then directed the full force of his beam at Sophie.
    Lucky Sophie.
    “This way, please.” With a gallant motion of his hands, he indicated they should follow him. He turned and led them halfway around the jam-packed stadium , the only place in the city big enough to hold all of Speed ’s fans .
    Tasha and Sophie trailed tentatively behind him, but Kaz felt no such compunction. She fully intended to keep pace with this man. She was going to talk to him if it killed her. Maybe he’d give her some clue as to the connection between the message from the trees and the carmine emanating from him.
    When he noticed her beside him he shortened his strides to match hers.
    Nice. A gentleman.
    “So, does this happen often?” she asked as they walked. “Double-booked seats at concerts, I mean.”
    This time when he smiled it was all for her, and it made her feel warm all over. “Honestly?” He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I usually don’t get involved in seating issues.”
    “You don’t?”
    He shook his head, drawing her attention back to the turquoise and viridian shades there. Here was a man determined to become something better than he was, determined to rise above the situation he was born into. He was also a man who experienced strong emotion. Lord, but she wanted to get to know him better. So, so much better.
    “It’s not part of my job description,” he said.
    “Oh.” Yikes, that didn’t sound too reassuring. Lucky Sophie and Tasha hadn’t heard him. “If that’s the case, will you be able to find us other seats?”
    “You have no concerns there—we already have. I think you’ll be happy with them. They’re much closer to the stage than your original ones.”
    “Bonus.” Kaz grinned. Their original seats had been so far back the only way they’d have been able to see the band with any clarity was by looking up at the massive screens hanging above the platform. “Mind if I ask you a question?” She wanted to ask him a million questions. Find out everything she could about him. Wanted to understand all those colors in his aura.
    She saw everyone in terms of color. Every single person. So why did this guy grab her attention? What was it about him that made her want to understand just what it was he thought and felt that made his colors glow so enticingly? Or so concerningly.
    “Not at all. Ask away.”
    “If this isn’t part of your normal job description, then what is?”
    He scratched his head and said in a slightly amused voice, “Well, let’s see. Speed members would probably call me their general workhorse and gopher, but I like to think of myself more as band manager.”
    Kaz tripped over her own feet.
    He caught her arm, steadying her before she could fall, and his hand burned about a hundred degrees on her bare skin.
    Kaz’s jaw dangled open. She slammed it shut. What the…? “Y-you’re Luke Struthers?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve heard of me?”
    Heard of him? He was her brother’s