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the FoxFanatics,” Sam said. “God, I hate that name.”
    Hannah laughed, having to agree with him. She knew the president of the fan club, though, and had been impressed by the work the woman had done in keeping the fervor over Nate high, despite his two-year absence from the music world.
    “Don’t ever let them hear you say that,” Hannah told Sam. “They’re our hardcore audience, and we want them to keep spreading the word.”
    “I know, but why couldn’t they have called themselves something like the Vixens? Now that’s sexy.”
    “It sounds like a roller derby team,” she countered.
    A gofer pressed a cup of coffee into Sam’s hands, glancing apologetically at Hannah. The aroma was great, but the thought of caffeine on her jittery stomach made her shake her head.
    “We need to have a meeting before this gets going. I want you to meet our head of security and make sure you two are on the same page about fan contact.”
    “Ready when you are,” Hannah said.
    “Gina!” Sam barked.
    Gina looked up from the camera she was fiddling with. Sam tapped his watch, and she held up her hands to indicate fifteen to twenty minutes.
    “I’ll grab Andre and meet you inside,” Sam told Hannah.
    He directed her to Castagnola’s, the upscale restaurant adjacent to the area of the Wharf on which they’d be doing the shoot. They’d rented out a private room and the restaurant manager escorted her back.
    She didn’t bother knocking, assuming Nate would be alone.
    Her stomach lurched. A blond woman, her back to Hannah, bent over a seated Nate, their faces close.
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    The woman leaning over Nate straightened, looking back over one shoulder to see who had come in, and Hannah choked back a laugh at her own jealous paranoia. A makeup artist, evening out Nate’s skin tone with a brush of powder and adding a smudge of eyeliner to bring out those smoldering eyes.
    She’d always found the concept of men with a bare hint of makeup unbelievably sexy.
    Nate watched her with a lazy hunger in his eyes. He stood as she approached, his dark blue gaze sliding slowly over her, from the tips of her shoes to the cling of material at her thighs. He didn’t rush, and by the time his eyes met hers, she was having a serious fantasy about pushing him back into the chair and straddling him. Nate took her hand, fingers folding warmly around hers as he drew her close. He leaned in, his mouth skimming a hello across her cheek. Hannah forgot how to breathe—dammit!—when his lips brushed her ear.
    “You look great,” he told her, his voice low, a husky caress that warmed her blood. He closed his teeth lightly on her earlobe, laughing very softly at the breathy sound that escaped her. Nate’s hands caressed her shoulders for a moment, the heat of his palms going straight to her nipples. They tightened, puckering in the skimpy lace of her bra. Luckily, he removed his hands before she could cover them with her own and guide them downwards to cup her through the soft sweater.
    That would have made them very, very late for the photo shoot.
    The stylist finished repacking her industrial kit. “Don’t mess up my hard work,” she said to Hannah, in a tone that clearly bespoke envy rather than any sort of real threat.
    “Are they ready for me outside?” Nate asked as the woman left. He moved to the buffet set up along one wall. A variety of the restaurant’s specialties were arrayed across the crisp white linen.
    “Soon. Sam wants to have a meeting in here first; he’s on his way.”
    “How about you?” he asked in that same low voice. “Are you ready for me?” He held a shrimp to her lips, the lazy glint in his eyes daring her to take it.
    Oh god.
    Hannah accepted the morsel, enjoying the fresh seafood texture and the spicy taste of cocktail sauce. “I thought last night was supposed to have gotten it out of our systems.”
    “Funny thing, that.” Nate stepped even closer to her, trapping her against the