“Kayla and Niri were just telling me they’re organizing a watch party Monday night for the first episode,” Maggie filled him in.

“Did you prepare Silas for his impending fame?” Dean asked. “Viewers are going to eat him up.”

“I think Silas is used to being appreciated for his looks and charm,” she said wryly. “He’ll handle it just fine.”

“I appreciate your faith in me, Mags.” Sy’s voice was unexpected and so close that it had her jumping in her chair. She looked up, and there he was. All six-feet-plus of that boyish charm and hard body. His hair was wet on the ends, and she could smell some magical, manly shower gel that did strange things to her.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” she said, unable to control the smile she felt spreading across her face.

He took the chair next to her and held his fingers to his ear. “What’s that?”

The man had heard her just fine. But she didn’t mind moving in a little closer to repeat the words.

He brushed her hair back so he could lean in and whisper back, “Didn’t think I’d miss a chance to show off my dance moves for you, did you?”

His lips brushed against her earlobe, and it sent a delicious shiver up her spine.

“You’re crashing Ladies’ Night,” she told him.

“So’s Dean. And Niri’s husband will be here in twenty minutes. You look real pretty tonight, Maggie.”

Was there a woman out there who could face Silas Wright’s charm and walk away unscathed?

“Thank you,” she said. “You look…” She let her gaze trail over him, from the tousled angelic curls to that light layer of stubble covering his jaw. Then lower to the T-shirt that hugged all of that ropey muscle. She didn’t dare go any lower. Delicious. Sinful. Indecently sexy. “Good,” she decided finally.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

She could spend a very long time just staring at his mouth and stay completely entertained, she decided, watching as those firm lips of his curved with amusement.

She realized that Nirina and Kayla were watching them smugly and got the distinct feeling that she’d been played. Ladies’ Night, her ass.

“Hey, guys.” Michael appeared behind Silas, holding a glass of red wine.

“You made it! Have a seat,” Nirina said, pointing at the empty chair next to Dean.

Hmm. It looked like they’d both been played. But with Sy’s arm on the back of her chair, and his thumb stroking lazy circles over her shirt, she couldn’t quite work up to being annoyed.