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in suit like this woman had donned. It also looked cheap, wrinkled. Almost like she’d slept in it.

But her eyes! They were astonishing. And her cheekbones? He knew fashion models who had pulled their back teeth to make their cheekbones look like that. But not having back teeth didn’t seem to be this woman’s problem. A lack of molars made it hard to chew and this woman munched on a pretzel, obviously not having any trouble with the hard treat.

What the hell was she drinking? The bartender seemed to be pretty proud of whatever the pink concoction was but Davis wouldn’t be caught dead drinking such a thing.

Time to explore, he thought, picking up his drink and moving towards the bar.

“What is it?” he asked, sitting down next to her at the bar.

Kate’s eyes snapped open, then she looked up at the enormous man sitting on the stool next to her. “Excuse me?” she asked, her voice tripping as she examined his height and breadth. He was shockingly attractive, she thought. And huge! And goodness, he was hot! Everything about him screamed confidence and sex appeal. The impact on her senses was more powerful than the music and the drink combined.

“The drink. What’s in it?”

Kate looked down at the drink, then back up at the man’s intimidating features. They weren’t bad looking. In fact, most women would probably consider him extremely handsome with his black hair and dark, mysterious eyes that revealed nothing. Her eyes drifted to his lips and the artist in her desperately wanted to paint him. Naked. She caught her breath at the idea, her eyes moving over his large body, noting the taut fabric because of muscles, not because the material was straining against extra weight. In fact, his stomach looked flat and hard. Her mind instantly started to wonder how she would pose him and she blushed at the possibilities.

“Do I pass?” he asked with a half-smile on his hard looking mouth.

Kate’s eyes shot back up to his and she felt her face flame red. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her fingers moving up to cover her cheeks. “That was inappropriate of me.”

Davis laughed, delighted with her freshness. “I’ll forgive you if you’ll tell me your name.”

Kate cringed, feeling horrible. “I’m Kate Evans,” she told him, extending her hand in what she hoped was an appropriate manner. “And I should never have objectified you like that. I would never have done it if I hadn’t been drinking. But this seems to be a very strong drink and I’m not used to drinking. I almost never drink. In fact…” she realized that she was rambling and closed her mouth. “Never mind,” she whispered, taking another long sip of her drink.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, enjoying her refreshing innocence as well as her erotic image. The two seemed completely opposite and somehow, she pulled it off. The combination was heady and he intended to explore other combinations she might have hidden. He wondered if she practiced the image in the mirror. She couldn’t be real, he thought.

Did he care? Not at all.

“Two more drinks,” he said to the bartender.

The man snapped to attention, quickly pouring another bourbon and mixing another martini.

“I probably shouldn’t have a second,” she said, but licked her lips as she drained the first glass. “But I don’t care. Tonight, I’m not worrying about anything!”

She thanked the bartender sweetly as he took her first drink and placed the second on a fresh napkin.

“You never told me what is in that,” he said, staring down at the martini glass with the pink liquid and twist of lime. “It looks awful.”

Kate laughed, feeling relaxed with the music flowing around her and the alcohol in her system, not to mention the attention of a gorgeous, sexy man. It was almost like she was a different person.

“It is a watermelon martini,” she explained with a grin and an unconscious twinkle in her crystal blue eyes. “It has crushed watermelon, whipped cream vodka and watermelon liqueur.” She took a sip, smiling at him over the rim of her glass. “Oh, and a squeeze of lime as well.”

Davis stared at her, trying to hide his revulsion. “I was right. That is disgusting.”

Kate didn’t take offense. She liked it. “It’s pretty sweet, but also just what I needed.”

“Bad day?” he asked, thinking back to the information Jeff had conveyed. Davis had added up the numbers. Someone had stolen between five and nine million dollars over the past year. And that