Page 125 of Nothing Like the Movies

Those were Liz’s lips.

Holyballs.

My eyes went back to the costume and I damn-near swallowed my tongue.

Those boots, those legs—dearGod.

My gaze traveled up her body—taking its time over black latex that made me weak in the knees—and when it got to her ski mask, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

She was wearing colored contacts—the littleshit. I wanted to laugh my ass off at that blue-eyed huckster for being so devious, and I wanted to laugh manically and howl at the moon because,praise Jesus, I’d won.

I’d won, and I was going to have Batgirl all to myself for an evening in the very near future.

I moved through the crowded hallway, and when I was finallybehind her—she still hadn’t seen me amongst all the people—I took a hit of her perfume before quietly saying into her ear, “I am a huge jackass.”

I heard the gasp before her head came around and she stared up at me with big blue eyes.

That lipstick.

If her hands drive me to distraction, her mouth drives me to madness.

“I can’t believe you found me,” she said in a breathy voice, her eyes wide with shock.

The cupid leaned closer to Liz and said something into her ear, which took her eyes away from me as she listened.

Who the hell was this guy? He was smallish, but a little too shredded in my opinion.

And standing a little too close to Liz.

“I cry foul on the contacts, by the way,” I said, unwilling to let a damn cupid steal her attention. “You little cheater.”

“It’s part of the costume,” she replied, shrugging.

Which did things that made it difficult to be a gentleman. My eyes definitely wanted to roam, but I kept them trained on red lips and curled black lashes because I wasn’t an asshole. “You’re telling me that Batgirl has blue eyes, Buxbaum? That you know this to be a fact?”

“Everyone knows that,” the cupid said, and I watched him grin at Liz through his stupid pink ski mask.

That’s a very punchable mouth.

“So we should probably schedule our date,” I said, lightlygrabbing her elbow, feeling a jolt as my fingertips slid over soft Lizzie skin.

“Now?” she said, irritation in her tone.

Which irritatedmea little.

“Do it later,” Cupid said, waving a hand like it was silliness that could wait, andthatirritated me a lot.

Then he reached into his half dress and threw pink dust in my face.

“I wasn’t talking toyou,” I said through gritted teeth, looking around for an escape. For somewhere—anywhere—where Liz and I weren’t with the goddamn cupid.

Which was ironic, right? Weren’t cupids supposed to be shooting arrows of love at us? This guy sucked at his job. I reached for the knob on the door beside us and it turned.

Yes.

“Here,” I said, pushing open the end-of-the-hallway door. “Just give me two minutes.”

She was blinking fast as I sort ofmovedher—gently—toward that door.“Wes—”

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