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curved into a smirk as she fastened her gaze on him.
    Holy mother of God. It was a miracle that he managed to keep from drooling. Or from cursing at the sky because the fucking universe had a sick sense of humor.
    Or maybe this is karma beating you with the stupid stick for boldly proclaiming that you didn’t find Liberty Masterson attractive. And for challenging her to look the part of your groupie entourage.
    What a cruel joke—his groupies never looked that goddamn good.
    Devin had about ten seconds to prepare himself before she reached him. Good thing he had his sunglasses on—maybe they’d keep his eyes from popping out of his head.
    That’s when his gaze landed on not one but two bruisers behind her. One guy carried two suitcases; the other guy hefted an enormous cooler.Given the sheer size of the first guy, he could’ve been a Broncos linebacker or a WWE wrestler. The second guy was a mirror image of the first.
    Liberty offered a quick smile. “Sorry I’m late. I had to grab a few last-minute things.” She set down her duffel bags. “Which bus is ours?”
    Devin pointed to the forward bus.
    â€œSweet upgrade. Guys . . . do you mind?”
    Immediately, Hulk #1 and Hulk #2 carted the suitcases and cooler aboard the bus. Then they were back, awaiting Liberty’s instructions.
    She stood on tiptoe to get in Hulk #1’s face. “You’ll make sure she’s protected? No matter what?”
    â€œBaby girl, don’t worry. I promise I’ll take as good care of her as you do, okay?”
    â€œOkay.” She smiled and pressed something into his hand.
    Then the guy picked her up off the ground and spun her around, giving everyone his massive back so no one could see if he was laying a big steamy kiss good-bye on her or copping a feel or what. Then he tossed her to Hulk #2, where she received the same treatment, except Hulk #2 slapped her ass and whispered in her ear before he set her down and lumbered back to the car.
    It was surprising the King Kong twins fit into the front seats.
    She didn’t turn around until the car was out of view. “Sorry. I have separation anxiety.”
    â€œAt bein’ away from them?” Devin asked sharply.
    Liberty gave him a
you’re-an-idiot
look. “No. From my car.”
    â€œThat’s
your
car?”
    Another
you’re stupid, Captain Obvious
look from G.I. Jane.
    Crash said, “Happy to have you with us, Liberty.”
    Odette rejoined them. “And who
are
you exactly?”
    â€œLiberty Masterson. I’m Devin’s personal assistant.”
    A beat passed, and then she laughed in Liberty’s face. “Right. So how long have you been
personally
assisting him? Since you met him in the bar last night?”
    Liberty didn’t respond. She merely stared at Odette until she backed down.
    Devin stepped forward, taking his life in his hands when he draped an arm over Liberty’s shoulder. Not only did she look good; she smelled good. “Liberty is handling the venue logistics, my promotional appearances, and all that stuff I hate doin’ and Crash is too busy to deal with since I’m headlining this time. So to keep everything streamlined, she’s traveling on my bus.”
    Looks were exchanged, eyebrows were lifted and Odette nudged Tay and muttered, “Personal assistant, my ass.”
    Then Devin introduced Liberty to his band.
    â€œNice to meet all of you. But if you’ll excuse me, I have to get the rest of my shit on the bus so we have an on-time departure—since keeping Devin on schedule is part of my job.”
    Her bright smile was totally fake; Devin choked back a snort.
    She reached for the straps on her bags and Devin moved to help her. The damn woman was so stubborn that they played tug-of-war until he shouldered her aside. “Now, sweetheart,” he said from gritted teeth, “what kind of a man would I be if I stood by and