nodded.
“Okay, then.” He stepped forward, took her chin in his hand, and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth. “Whatever this is all about—this emotional storm—it will pass. You’re gonna be okay, Kylie. I promise.” Then he turned and headed for the door.
The spiked hair with the gel in it that she’d thought was too Miami-stud yesterday suddenly looked right on him. His shoulders filled out the black tuxedo jacket to perfection, and the posture that she’d dismissed as cocky … well, who’d have known that it disguised real empathy?
“Dev?” she asked tentatively.
He stopped. “Yeah.”
“How would you like to share that bottle of wine with me?”
He turned to face her, one eyebrow raised.
“Please?” she added.
He hesitated.
Perhaps it was underhanded, but she really didn’t want to be alone. So she fixed him with one of those you’re-the-only-man-who-can-save-me-from-certain-disaster looks.
“Hmm,” he said. Not yes.
“I swear not to hit you with anything.”
He grinned at that and seemed to relent. “Will you promise not to yell?”
She swallowed and pushed her hair out of her face, then struck a mock-sexy pose. “No. But I’ll save it for when you get to … you know … the good parts.”
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