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and
exited.
    “ You made me miss my cue,
damn it!”
    “ Sorry, man,” Garryk
muttered, striding to his locker to shove his clothes in without a
backward glance.
    It was a hell of a lot harder to see
over the tables filled with screaming women from the ground level
than it had been from the stage, Garryk discovered. Trying to
decide whether he really had seen Chelsey or if it was pure
imagination, he hesitated, craning to see if he could spot her
again.
    He was just on the point of giving up
when he saw her. She wasn’t sitting at the table where he’d spotted
her before. She was heading for the door. Almost as if she felt his
gaze, she turned and looked straight at him. Her eyes widened.
Whirling, she took off, battering her way through the
crowd.
    Fuck! And he wasn’t wearing anything
but his fucking thong!
    Whirling around abruptly himself, he
charged backstage to his locker, grabbed his jeans and pulled them
on and then took off toward the exit barefoot and shirtless.
Whipping his head around in search of her, he finally spied her
rushing directly toward him.
    Smiling grimly to himself,
he stepped back into the shadows. He’d thought she’d hidden in the
back of the club to avoid him, but if she’d parked in the back it was most
likely because she’d only just arrived.
    Of course, that didn’t explain why
she’d took off when she saw him, but he was about to find
out.

Chapter Four
    Chelsey didn’t know what she’d been
thinking! She supposed she wasn’t thinking at all!
    Because what she’d been thinking with
didn’t have a brain!
    From the moment she’d thought about
going to the club to see Garryk perform, though, she hadn’t been
able to let go of the idea.
    She’d told herself
she needed to go
to get him out of her head! She needed to see him for what he
really was—a womanizer of the worst kind. She needed to see it with
her own eyes so she couldn’t lie to herself.
    Because that was what she’d been
doing. She’d gone over and over their night together, remembered
everything he’d said, every touch, and she’d almost managed to
convince herself that she’d been wrong about him. He hadn’t seduced
her just to add her scalp lock to his bedpost. He’d remembered her
and he’d still been attracted to her.
    He’d said those hurtful things because
she’d hurt him. It had always been his way, to strike out with the
most cutting remarks he could think of whenever anyone wounded him.
It was his defense mechanism against a cruel world.
    She’d wanted to believe that because
it kept her from feeling so crushed, but could she allow herself to
believe it?
    She’d always refused to see him for
what he really was, she finally realized. Even when everyone around
her had been convinced he was trouble with a capital T and destined
for a life of crime she’d insisted that he was too smart and had
too much goodness in him to end up living the life of a common
criminal. He had potential. He just needed someone to believe in
him, someone to appeal to the good in him.
    She’d tried. She was just a school
teacher. She hadn’t been trained in dealing with problem kids.
Needless to say the attempt to reach him had been an abysmal
failure, because she hadn’t known how to break through the stone
wall he’d built between him and the rest of the world.
    Or she’d been wrong about him all
along. She’d never accepted that. It was easier to accept her
failings in counseling than to accept the possibility that so
charming a young man, with so much potential could’ve just plain
been bad.
    She was still making excuses for him,
but she’d finally admitted that it wasn’t just for him. It was for
herself.
    Well! It certainly hadn’t been a total
loss! It had been an eye opening experience, alright! She’d
listened to women of all ages screaming ‘Diablo’ until she was
nearly deaf and watched the way he played to the crowd.
    She was just surprised the man still
had a dick and hadn’t worn it down to a