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watched you struggle with your luggage by yourself?”
    She smiled—the devious one that made his stomach drop. “You’d be like every other man on the planet.” She picked up the smaller bag and hoofed it to the bus.
    Devin was so focused on the mesmerizing way her butt jiggled that he didn’t budge until Crash elbowed him.
    â€œQuit standing there and move it. I’m right behind you.”
    He snagged the handles and let out a grunt. Had she packed cannonballs in here? He trailed behind her, trying like hell—and failing miserably—to keep his eyes off her ass. So he nearly plowed into her when they entered the bus.
    â€œHoly friggin’ hell.” Liberty had stopped in the living area and was gawking.
    â€œKeep movin’. I’ve gotta get these bricks unloaded,” he grumbled.
    â€œFunny. Which bunk is mine?”
    â€œBoth. Since you’re the only other passenger.”
    â€œSweet. I wondered where I’d put everything.”
    Devin dragged the duffel bag the last few feet. “I figured you’d be the type to pack light, not drag four bags along.”
    â€œGuns and ammo take up a lot of room.”
    She had to be joking.
    But the look on her face said she wasn’t.
    Devin pointed to the area below the first bunk. “There are locking drawers for all your firepower.”
    â€œThanks.” Liberty didn’t ask for help hoisting her bags.
    â€œAll right. See you guys in Salt Lake because I don’t plan on stopping.”
    Liberty looked at Crash. “You’re on the other bus?”
    â€œI’m driving the other bus.” He grinned. “How do you think I got my name?”
    â€œI’m thanking the universe I’m not riding with you.”
    After Crash departed, Devin stood there like a dumb-ass, staring at her.
    Of course she caught him staring. “What?”
    â€œYou look . . . different.”
    Her gaze sharpened. “You
told
me to look different, remember?”
    â€œYes, but I didn’t think you’d look like this.” His admiring, borderline lustful gaze swept her body from head to toe and back up.
    â€œSeriously? I get the slack-jawed response that Sandra Bullock got in
Miss Congeniality
after her makeover and there’s no one around to see it?”
    â€œAnd that’s where the comparison ends, because there ain’t nothin’ congenial about you.”
    She blushed but kept her stubborn chin lifted.
    Feeling ornery, he didn’t let it go. “I find the section of blue hair . . . interesting. Why’d you do it?”
    â€œI swear a blue streak and thought my new, improved look should reflect that.”
    Devin laughed. “It worked. You look”—fucking fantastic—“incredible.”
    Her silvery eyes turned a dark, stormy gray. “It’s a damn good thing you’re not attracted to me in the least, don’t you agree?”
    Now he looked away. That’d been an asshole thing to say. And the fact she’d overheard it? Now he knew why she’d given him the cold shoulder atthe GSC offices. “Takes two to two-step, darlin’. You swore I’m not your type either.”
    Her startled expression indicated she’d forgotten that.
    â€œNow, we done with this who’s hot and who’s not sniping so I can show you the rest of the bus?”
    â€œWe’re done.”
    â€œCome on.”
    Liberty was properly awed by their luxury traveling coach. “I spent somany years riding in the back of transport trucks and in Humvees, I doubt I’ll get used to this. This place is way nicer than my apartment. It’s a little surreal.”
    â€œFor me too,” he confessed. “Even after a dozen years in this business, I keep expecting I’ll wake up and find it’s all been a dream.” Why had he told her something so personal? Now she probably thought he was even more of a