Momentarily stunned by what had happened, she stared into his eyes. Their gazes connected and instantly locked. Knowing she had to remove herself from such intimate contact with this man, she inhaled and exhaled a deep, steadying breath before saying, “Please, put me down.” Rick hesitated for a split second, then eased her onto her feet. “Thank you,” she mouthed the words quietly. He didn’t get a chance to say anything before the adoring Jordan Price tribe swarmed around her, each person professing their concern. But Devon Markham cut through the other groupies and all but pushed Rick aside. “Are you okay?” Devon asked, genuine worry marring his handsome features. “I’m fine.” She patted him on the arm and then turned to the others. “The show’s over. Everything is going to be fine. Please, all of you, go back inside.” Tobias and Vadonna returned to the house immediately, while no one else hurried back inside; instead they began mumbling among themselves. “Wait up, Wes,”
