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“Sure,” he opens the door.

“Easton,” I draw out his name. “Are you angry with me? You seem . . . frustrated.”

He glances at me, a small smile on his lips. “It seems to be a constant state with you.”

“I said or did . . . something, didn’t I? What was it?”

Closing the door, he steps toward me and hovers, his gaze gliding over my bared skin as my treacherous nipples draw tight in my cami. Ignoring the ever-present pull, I bat it away briefly and press in. “What? What are you thinking?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. What do you say when we get to Dallas, we get lost for a while? Just the two of us?”

“I say that sounds perfect.” I inwardly sigh, fighting the urge to get closer. He smells so fucking good, a mix of bergamot . . . and smoky wood.

“Good,” he leans in and stops suddenly, pulling back, a secretive smirk playing on his lips.

“Okay, that’s it. Subtlety is not even remotely your thing. What the hell is going on up here?” I tap his temple, and he gently grips my fingers, lowering them before releasing them.

“Nothing you want to hear.” His smirk spreads to a full-on grin.

“You’re so sure.”

He chuckles as he opens the door. “Positive.”

Without another word, he slips out. Irritated, I swipe my tablet from the bed and open the door calling out to his retreating back.

“‘A legend in the making’—That’s a direct quote from theOklahoman. You’re a star, Mr. Crowne, own—” the words die on my tongue as he reaches his hotel door, the door to the room adjacent to mine. His grin turns into a megawatt smile as he sees me mentally start to question my life choices last night before slipping inside.

Twenty minutes later, I exit the hotel to find the guys lingering in and around the two vans. The first van is filled skillfully to the brim with equipment, and Joel is already behind the wheel, waiting to rollout. Grinning, I wave to him and get one in reply as Syd spots me just outside the open door to the second van and lifts his chin in greeting, a plume of vape smoke pouring from his lips. Easton spots me next, his eyes doing a shameless sweep as he opens the passenger door for me in greeting.

“Thank you, kind sir,” I say as he lingers at my side between my passenger seat and the van door. “Nothing happened last night. I wasn’tthatdrunk,” I utter confidently, “so, the jig’s up.”

“Good to know.” A smirk.

“What, Easton, what? I remember our conversation, too.”

He gives me a dead stare before I finally catch on.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” I say, yanking my seatbelt and buckling in. “I’m a grown woman, you know.”

He shuts the door on me as I roll my eyes and spot LL already sitting in the second row, focus fixed out of the window. Though seemingly unapproachable, I greet him anyway.

“Morning, LL.”

“Morning,” LL replies absently. I look to Easton with pinched brows as he takes the driver’s side before glancing quizzically in the rearview and shrugging.

Tack ends a call at the back of the van before stepping in and giving me a warm grin. “Morning, beautiful. How you feeling?”

“Not bad, considering I drank my weight in potatoes.”

“You had four shots, lightweight.”

“And two beers,” I remind him.

“Right,” he winks.

“Did you read the reviews?”

His smile widens. “A few.”

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