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damn belt buckle reflecting light, ball cap shading his eyes. But there was no missing that his gaze was locked on hers. He picked up speed, marching down the moving escalator as if he was that eager to be near her.
    Don’t be ridiculous, she scolded herself. Thoughts like that are what get you in trouble.
    But that wasn’t true. Heated looks like that , the ones her so-called husband was giving her right now, and the responding warmth that filled her belly, was what did her in.
    Good grief. Celebrity or not—craptastic liar or not—the man was smoking hot. Memories of their weekend together slammed into her as he purposefully strolled toward her, now sliding past the crowd separating them, his long, lean muscles moving in fluid rhythm. Delicious, sexy memories of the many ways he could use those muscles…followed by breath-stealing memories of him deliberately withholding the truth.
    Embarrassment burned as she recalled the times she’d alluded to his boss or asked about the hundreds of phone calls, and how he’d distracted her every time. Deceived her. Played her like a damn fool.
    Tyler’s small smile fell and his stride faltered as the desire kindling her blood doused, morphing into a hot streak of utterly pissed off.
    This is better , she thought, rolling her shoulders back. Anger was easier for her to handle. And much, much safer.
    …
     
    Tyler detected the instant Sherry’s passionate gaze ran cold. It smacked the smile right off his face and pumped the breaks on his momentum. The look was such an anomaly on her. As strange as the straight-laced dress she was wearing…and almost as unfamiliar as the sudden, fierce need he’d had to hold her.
    Where had that come from anyway?
    Sure, he’d been eager to discuss their situation. To get them on the same page about their marriage and find a way to make it mutually beneficial. Hell, it was all he’d thought about during the flight. But his career hadn’t propelled him toward her like a dog in heat. Not even the memories of those exposed, curvy legs wrapped around him in his hotel room. It was her . Sherry. The tempting caterer with a sassy mouth and honest, unguarded eyes. And the brief instant that she’d turned and looked as though she’d missed him, too.
    He stopped in front of her and placed a finger on her perfect lips, obviously ready to spit hate fire. “Shh. Not here.”
    Her mouth puckered beneath his finger and her eyes narrowed. The weight of her distrust hit him in his gut. He’d lost his easy . Forfeited the stress-free, infectious smiles he hadn’t realized he’d been counting on. But he’d earn them back. It just became his mission, right along with regaining her trust.
    “My assistant is bringing the rest of my things tomorrow,” he told her, gripping the handle of his guitar case as he wheeled his carry-on between them. “I’ve got all I need right now, so might I suggest we move the fight you’re clearly itching to have, and rightly so,” he added when her gaze grew even steelier, “to your car?”
    Sherry inhaled a breath, and for a moment, he was sure they were about to have it out right there in the baggage claim. That would make for an intriguing photo spread. But then she nodded curtly and spun on the heel of her shoes, her high, delectable ass swaying beneath the shape-hugging material of her dress. Oh, she was pissed, all right. And he damn well deserved it. But there was no stopping the grin on Tyler’s face as he watched her go.
    “Are you coming or what?”
    She glanced back over her shoulder and frowned when she saw his smile.
    Tyler ducked his head. “Right behind you, sugar.”
    Chuckling quietly to himself, he followed the lady through the doors of the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.
    The air was cool, but not cold, as they walked across the access road. He kept his head down when a full shuttle drove past, on the off chance someone recognized him. To his knowledge, no one other than Sherry