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“Tell me what happened with him.” Talking about her ex was the last thing on his mind, but it would calm him. Keep him from tossing her on the bed, shoving up that tight little dress and—
    Shit. He shook his head. Get a grip.
    “I was young, okay? I don’t have a good excuse. I was eighteen when I met Brent in college. By nineteen we were inseparable. And by the time I finished graduate school at twenty-four…” She took a deep breath and let it out in a ragged rattle of air as she sat heavily on the corner of the bed and then plucked nervously on the threads of the bright blue and purple bedspread. “Well, last year, right after college ended, I found out about him and Kristen. She was my best friend.”
    He turned to look at her. Annoyance laced her tone when she spoke of Brent, but sadness replaced it when she talked about her former friend.
    The rest of what she’d said sunk in. Shit . He’d known she was young, but twenty-five? He was a world-class jerk. Even after her confession, all he could think about was sinking his teeth into her neck. Sliding his hands under her dress. Making her call out his name.
    He should know better. She might very well see him as a man who didn’t look a day over thirty, but he hadn’t seen thirty in a very long time.
    He had to keep focused, and keep away from her. He sat on the couch and leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs.
    “You left him. After you found out.”
    “After I caught them together, yes. Brent wasn’t happy about it.” One of her dress straps had slid over her shoulder, revealing nothing but an inch more of her skin. A tiny bit of flesh, but tantalizing all the same. “But I’ve never seen him act with such venom.”
    He raised an eyebrow at that. People, in his experience—and he had a hell of a lot of experience with people—didn’t change all that much.
    “I know it was there, even if I was too close to see it at the time. Too entrenched in our relationship to think about what it meant. But this…” She shook her head and her brows scrunched together with worry. “He’s gotten worse. I almost feel bad for Kristen.”
    “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”
    “A year. He bothered me for a couple of months after I left, but then seemed to give up when I refused to see him and avoided him like the plague.”
    A lock of hair fell into her face and she tucked it back behind her ear. All that beautiful blonde hair was finally free, flowing down her back. So soft. He pushed up from the couch and stepped closer to her. Her scent touched his nose and he clenched his fists at his sides.
    “This front we’re putting up aside, you need to stay away from him if I’m not with you.”
    “I can handle Brent.” Chin jutting into the air, she pushed up from the bed to face him head on.
    “You can’t. Maybe you could before.” Not likely. “But you can’t now.”
    She opened her mouth to argue, and he waved her off. “If you want me to continue this charade, then you’ll do this one thing for me.”
    She bit her lower lip and then nodded. “But I do need to talk to Kristen.”
    “What the hell did I—”
    “Away from Brent. I need to get her alone. See if I can help her get away from him.” She poked at his chest and he suppressed the urge to grab the offending hand and pull her closer. “You’re the one who said he wasn’t safe.”
    “She slept with your boyfriend and you’re worried about helping her?” Was she, really? Or was this just an attempt to get Kristen and Brent to break up? That would certainly give her another chance at the jackass. Fuck . No way could he let her do that.
    “Fiancé.”
    “Yeah, I got it.” he said through gritted teeth. “Are you sure this is about helping Kristen? Maybe you want another chance at Brent.”
    “Excuse me? How stupid do I look to you?”
    “That’s not what I—”
    Her hand waved, cutting him off. “I get why you might think that, but the last thing I want is another