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squished up against the door, and Trent was on the other side of Ivy. Her hair was falling around her shoulders and her arms were crossed over her chest.
    I felt our eyes connect; even with my hat partially blocking my gaze, my eyes still found a way to fix on hers. A shock of awareness jolted me, like a shot of tequila that lit a fire all the way from my throat to my stomach and then fanned out to coat my limbs.
    Ivy’s teeth sank into her lower lip, and I had an acute memory of sucking it into my mouth and licking over it with my tongue.
    There was no way she could know what I was thinking. I gave not one indication. Still, her body tensed and she pulled back her foot, withdrawing as far away from me as she could.
    “Is it hurting?” Trent asked.
    She ripped her eyes away from me, breaking the half-drunk feeling washing over me. “A little.”
    “Propping it up probably would help.”
    Was he a doctor now?
    “I wouldn’t want anyone to pass out from my stench,” she cracked.
    Hell if it didn’t make me laugh.
    “If you stink, then I’ve got a third nipple,” Trent said.
    Her gasp was amused and exaggerated. “Where?”
    His rumbling laugh filled the space behind me, and I rolled my eyes.
    “You saw me without a shirt just this morning. Did you see any extra parts?”
    “I think I’m gonna need a barf bag,” I announced. Romeo laughed.
    “I think everything was where it should be,” Ivy stated like she hadn’t heard me speak at all.
    “Give me your foot,” Trent said, laughter still in his tone.
    I didn’t bother looking—I kept my body trained toward the front—but I heard a little bit of movement. I imagined Ivy crossing her leg over her thigh and Trent pulling her injured foot into his lap.
    “That okay?” he asked.
    “Yeah, it’s good. Thanks.”
    “Looks like it started bleeding again.” I imagined him cupping her foot in his hand and staring down at the Band-Aid he placed there earlier.
    “Well, I did hurry down the steps. People were rushing me.” Her tone was directed at me. So was her snarky attitude.
    I opened my mouth to tell her to shut it, but Trent spoke before I could.
    “I can change it for you.”
    “I might as well wait ‘til after I am through walking around the airport.” I noticed the bitchy tone in her voice had been reserved exclusively for me.
    I grunted and turned up the radio. Hopefully it would drown out the sound of her ear-splitting voice. I’d rather listen to nails on a chalkboard than hear her syrupy, slightly southern-accented voice talk to Trent like he was some kind of hero.
    He put a bandage on her foot for chrissakes; it’s not like he saved her from amputation.
    I spent the rest of the drive to the airport with the brim of my hat pulled low over my eyes and ignoring the small confines of this car. Once we got to the airport, Romeo stopped in the unloading zone to let everyone out before he pulled around to return the rental. After I helped him unload the bags, I started to climb back in the passenger seat, figuring I’d just stick with him and give myself a break from all the women.
    Before I could shut the door, Romeo caught it and leaned in. “Rim wants to grab a coffee before we head to the gate.”
    I rolled my head across the seat and looked at him. “You want me to stay with her?”
    “It’s a big place, lots of people. Trent seems to be pretty caught up in helping Ivy walk. Plus, he’s hauling more than half the luggage.”
    I glanced past Rome to Rimmel standing on the sidewalk and sighed. “I got her.”
    “Thanks, man.”
    “No thanks needed. She’s family.”
    We pounded it out, and he jogged around to the driver’s side. Over the hood, he called out to Rimmel, “I’ll meet you at the gate. Stick with B.”
    I slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped up beside her as she rolled her eyes. Taking her bag out of her hand, I added it to mine.
    “Babysitting again?” she asked.
    I shrugged. “I could use a coffee.”
    I get why