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I couldn’t bring myself to repeat him. Sexual attraction couldn’t be the only thing to make a relationship.

Devin kissed the inside of my knee. “We’re married. That’s as involved as a couple gets.”

He gazed up at me, and I held in the urge to grip his hair and make him kiss my feet for all the crap he’d made me deal with throughout our time together.

“It’s not that simple. If you recall, you’re the one who wanted to keep our relationship quiet for our careers’ sake. How do we go from pretending we barely know each other to a normal married couple? Besides, my life is going to get a hell of a lot more complicated before it settles down again.”

A look passed in his eyes, telling me I shouldn’t have said that.

Only a few people knew what I was considering. And if Devin latched on, he wouldn’t let go until he knew everything.

To my surprise, he only responded with, “By walking out that door, hand in hand.”

At that moment, Tara barged in, shaking her head at seeing Devin on his knees between my legs. She’d known about my relationship with Devin from the time she and I were in law school together, and nothing surprised her when it came to our antics. She was also the one who drafted the separation decree I’d sent to Devin six weeks ago.

“Sam, we’ve got a big problem. I truly regret pushing that damn case onto you.”

Dev released my hips, stood, and let me slip around him.

“What happened?” I asked a little too breathlessly, giving away the intimacy of what she’d interrupted.

“Look outside.”

Both Dev and I walked over to the sixth-story window.

There were at least fifty photographers and media outlets outside the building with people holding signs saying “Hot Stuff,” and police officers trying to keep the crowd under control.

“They weren’t there twenty minutes ago. What happened?”

“Your former client announced on his show that he was on a mission to get you laid. He decided that he wanted to play radio matchmaker, offering one million dollars to the lucky man he approved to take you out.”

“Oh, for the love of God.”

I released a deep breath as I willed away the painful throb flaring to life in my head.

“Tara, go see if you can call in more security. I’ll get to the bottom of this from my end.”

I ignored Dev’s pacing as I reached for my phone and dialed Clint Bassett’s private number.

“Yello, sexy lady. What can I do you for?”

“Clint, you have to stop this. My life is crazy enough. I thought you accepted my decision. Why would you create this contest? I am not dating anyone you pick.”

“It’s either I find you a date or nominate you for president. I think you’d make a fabulous politician, all controlled exterior but a heart that bleeds for any injustice.”

“Clint, please.”

“I did this for you, Sam.” Clint’s voice went from the cocky radio DJ to the normal and ultra-private man outside of the media. “The guy that’s had you twisted up for the last few months needs a kick in the ass. Especially if you’re about to do what I suspect you’re about to do.”

How the hell would he know my plans when I hadn’t made anything official?

Before I could respond, he spoke again. “And don’t try to deny that you have a man. I’m going to make him see red in order to fix things with you.”

“I appreciate the thought, but this is the worst way to go about it. I don’t need this type of drama added to my life.”

“Sure, you do.”

“Clint…” I couldn’t hide my irritation.