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"I've wanted to ask you out, but every time I see you, you're with some redhead or on the phone," he shouted over the music.
    "That's Annabelle. She's my roommate."
    Logan put his hand on Teghan's back and pulled her closer. "So, can I take you out sometime?"
    Teghan smiled. "What did you have in mind?"
    "I don't know. Maybe lunch or something?" He inched closer to her and straddled her leg, swaying his hips back and forth, grinding his body against hers.
    "We'll see." Teghan pushed him away and continued to dance; hoping Logan didn't notice how uncomfortable she was with his forwardness.
    "Oh, come on, it's just lunch." He closed in on her again.
    "Maybe." She had barely said the word as he roughly pressed his mouth to hers. Teghan couldn't physically open her mouth wide enough to accommodate his eager kiss. His breath stunk of cigarettes and tasted like beer. And his tongue was all over the place; in her mouth; tracing her lips; back in her mouth; on her chin. Seriously? Her chin? This was the single worst kiss she'd ever had. Not to mention it was unwelcomed. Teghan pulled away and faked a smile. "I need a drink."
    "Hurry back," he said.
    Teghan ignored him and made a beeline for the house. No friggin' way, buddy. I'm going to need a napkin to wipe the slobber off my face. And to hell with that lunch date. There's no way I'm going to give him another opportunity to lick my face. I should've slapped him. Or bit his tongue. That would've shown him. Preoccupied by her thoughts, she didn't notice the guy leaning up against the side of the house smiling, until he called her name. Her mouth fell open in surprise at the sight of him. "Donnie?"
    "You work fast," he said. A twist of amusement curved his lips.
    "Are you stalking me?"
    "Why were you kissing that guy?"
    Teghan grinned. "What are you doing here?"
    He stood next to her, one elbow propped against the wall, the other tucked by his side; a beer bottle was pinched between his fingers. "You didn't answer my question."
    "And you didn't answer mine. Hey, where'd you get the beer?"
    "In the house. First room at the top of the stairs. Now stop avoiding the question." His voice turned dark and angry. Then he added, "Trevor overheard you and Annabelle talking last night. We decided to come check things out."
    Teghan tilted her head to one side and grinned. Why did he sound angry? "So, you are stalking me."
    "Yes. No!" Donnie shook his head. "Will you please just answer my question?"
    Teghan grabbed the drink out of his hand and sipped from it. "Jealousy suits you," she said with a smile. "The way your muscles tense and your eyes turn dark. It's really very sexy."
    "Damn it, Teghan." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not jealous."
    Teghan's smile didn't waver. What the hell was wrong with her? It wasn't like her to tease a guy like this. Something deep in her gut told her to stop, but she was just having too much fun. "I wasn't kissing him," she finally said. "He kissed me." She noticed the tension in Donnie's body ease a little. "Now answer my question. If you're not stalking me, then why are you here?"
    Donnie shrugged. "To meet girls?"
    Teghan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sipped from his beer, fighting to hide her disbelief. Okay, so he wasn't here for her. Why did that upset her? "Looks like you've come to the right place." She glanced at the crowd before turning to walk away.
    He grabbed her elbow. "Where do you think you're going?"
    I knew it! He did come here for me. She smiled to herself before turning around.
    "Dance with me," he said.
    "Are you going to kiss me?" she asked, her voice a taunting whisper. Please say yes. Please say yes.
    "Only if you ask me to."
    Taking several deep breaths to calm her rapid heartbeat, she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. The music slowed and he pulled her close. She put her arms around his neck, laced her fingers behind his head, and rested her cheek on his chest. Being in his arms felt right--more right than