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She nodded solemnly andfollowed Damian as he walked towards the toilet enclosure. Sureenough, a child’s wails could be heard and people looked at himsuspiciously as he entered the cubicle area.

“What’s yourbrother’s name?” Damian asked his little shadow.

“His name isMarty and I’m Claire. He’s only six, and I’m eleven. He’s still ababy.” Damian bit back a smile at the disdain in hervoice.

“Marty? Myname is Damian and I’m here to get you out.” There was only onelocked cubicle in the place and from the sounds of sniffles andsobs coming from behind the door, he figured it was a safe bet itwas Marty. Unfortunately, the toilet doors went all the way to thebottom so there was no way even a small kid could crawl underneath.There’d been instances of people having their handbags andbelongings snatched from underneath the doors so his uncle haddecided to do closed floor fittings.

“Can you tryto unlock the door for me? Push the slider out, use all yourstrength, like Thor. I’m sure it’s only a little stuck.” If allelse failed, he could stand on the loo next door and go over thetop to unlock the door from the inside.

The wail intensified. “Idid, and I hurt my finger. Now it’s bleeding and I’m missing thecow movie and I want to go back to my mummy!”

Damian winced at theincreased decibels and sighed. There was only one thing to do. Hehad to go over the top.

He looked at Claire whowas standing, arms folded, with a bored look on her face. “Marty,silly, try it again,” she demanded. “I’m missing the movie too andMummy will be wondering where we are.”

Marty didn’t answer. Hewailed louder.

Damian went into the nextbooth, put the toilet seat down the stood on it. “I’m coming overthe top,” he called out. “Stand to one side.” The last thing hewanted to do was fall on the poor kid.

Vaguely, he heard themain entrance door open, but he was too busy trying to get leverageon the top of the wall balancing precariously on the thin ledge. Hecould see Marty, curled up in a corner of the cubicle, his wideeyes staring up. Damian huffed and puffed as he tried to get oneleg over while the other was still latched to the top of thetoilet.

“Hang on, I’mnearly there…. What the fuck?” A strong pair of hands grabbed hisbutt cheeks and propelled him up into the air.

“You lookedlike you needed a lift,” an amused, vaguely familiar voice said.“Go on, I’ll catch you if you fall this way, but I think you’re upenough now to get to the other side.”

Damian swallowed hispride and it didn’t take long for him to clamber ungainly over thewall and land on the lid of the other toilet.

Thank God it was closed.He righted himself, and then finally stood on the floor. He pushedopen the lock—which, to Marty’s credit, was a little stiff, he’dhave to oil it—and released the poor, unfortunate child to hissister.

They wasted no timebarrelling out of the rest area, Claire giving Damian a quick waveand a “Thanks,” leaving him to face his “helper.”

“Oh, it’syou,” he said stupidly.

The man he’d met at thecoffee shop, and whom Damian had been thinking about recently,stood observing him with a large grin on his beautifulface.

He still looked as hot asfuck.

CHAPTER SIX

Damian

Damian stared dumbfoundedat the hottie in front of him. “Thanks, I guess,” he muttered, faceburning. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you aroundagain.”

The man winked, his lipstwisted in a sexy smirk. “I got to see some more of you,” he said.“And what I saw—and felt, by the way—was pretty good.”

Damian’s face burned withembarrassment. Usually, when a man complimented him on his arse, itwas when he was face down on a bed, bum in the air. Not trying torescue a kid in a bathroom toilet. “I guess as you’ve had yourhands on my arse, I should at least know your name. I forgot to askyou last time we met.”

“It’s Jory,mate.” Under a black flat cap, hair tucked underneath—which madehim look very dishy—his keen blue eyes stared into Damian’s. “Iremember yours. Damian, wasn’t it?”

He was strangely pleasedto know the man remembered his name.

“Right.Pleased to meet you. Again.” Damian waved to the toilet area andthe few men who’d come in giving them strange looks. “Perhaps weshould get out of here before word gets back to the boss I’ve beencruising in here. I’ll never hear the end of it.” He brushed pastJory and escaped into the more welcome embrace of the foyer wherepeople milled, waiting to enter their theatre. The queue forrefreshments was out the door. Damian thought distractedly allboded well for takings today.

“So, do youmake a habit of rescuing little boys in distress?” Jory enquired ashe tilted his cap up teasingly.

“Not usually.This was the first time. Let’s go sit over there.” He gestured to acorner table over in the corner, which would give them privacy.They walked over to the booth and Jory sank into the velvet seatwith a satisfied sigh.

“Thanks, thisis cool.” He dipped his face down as a group of young teenagerswalked by. “It’s not that I don’t like being recognized, but todayI’m not in the best of moods and I’d hate to snap at a fan.” Hewaved at the cap. “I try to stay incognito as much as I can unlessI’m at a gig or a function.”