he asked, sliding across the corner of the stage so he could stand beside her. She jumped back, startled, and then pushed at the frames of her glasses and straightened her shoulders. “Why would you assume something was wrong?” His gaze dropped to his arm where she’d made contact. “You touched me.” “I—,” she faltered. “I needed to get your attention.” And she’d gotten more than she’d bargained for. That brief moment of her skin against his had evoked a myriad of sensations that had nearly knocked her off her feet. Or maybe it was just the swiftness with which he moved or the strong, spiced scent of him, a heady mix of sweat and soap and man. He grinned again, taking a jab at the durability of her knees. “Katie-gate, not a moment goes by when you don’t have my full and undivided attention.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to spot a hint of disingenuousness. She didn’t spot any, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t simply a master of concealing his true intentions.
