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cheek. “You’re looking all dark and dangerous. Something got you worked up?”
    “No,” he replied, voice dangerously low, eyes on Abby.
    “I don’t believe you,” Betty said dryly.
    “I don’t care,” he replied, eyes still on Abby.
    “Whatever, hon,” Betty answered lightly. “I’ll see you both in a bit. I need to find my man.”
    A shiver rolled over Abby and even though she was wearing heels—come-fuck-me-heels at that—she had to tip her head a bit in order to meet his gaze.
    Seconds passed—or they could have been minutes for all Abby knew—but his dark chocolate eyes never left her and that feeling of nervous tension in her gut expanded. Considering that there was no give in her dress, that was saying something.
    “You look real good in red,” Tucker said, stepping so close that the heat of him washed over her, rolling across Abby like a sea of fire.
    “Thanks,” she managed without sounding like an idiot.
    Again she shivered, but it wasn’t from the—
    “Cold?” he asked.
    “No, I’m…”
    God, I’m hot as hell.
    “The air conditioning takes a bit to get used to,” she managed to say, hoping she didn’t sound like a complete idiot.
    Moistening her lips, she lowered her lashes.
    God, he looked good and he smelled even better.
    Tucker’s dark hair waved a bit from the humidity, his eyes glittered, and his skin was already kissed from just one afternoon in the sun. Sure it helped that his complexion was already dark, but still.
    Not fair.
    He’d shaved for dinner and while most of the men present were wearing suits, he’d opted for just a tie—which was loosened—and his crisp white shirt was rolled up to his elbows. Dark navy slacks hugged his hips and he didn’t have to turn around for her to know his ass looked amazing, too.
    Tucker had a casual air about him, but it did nothing to hide the dangerous glint of something that rolled just beneath the surface. Something that was meaty and hot and…
    She cleared her throat and inhaled a shaky breath before daring to look up again.
    Wrong thing to do because the man literally took her breath away, and right now that was very inconvenient. How the hell was she supposed to act all nonchalant if she couldn’t effing breathe?
    “Did you wear this dress for Cooper?” He leaned closer—so close she could count every single one of his thick lashes. So close that his scent—that sexy as hell Tucker Simon scent—settled inside her nostrils.
    Inside Abby.
    “Or did you wear it for me?”
    Mouth dry, Abby licked her lips and took a few seconds to calm her nerves.
    One.
    Two.
    Three.
    “I wore it for myself, if you want to know the truth.”
    “Huh.” A slow, devastating smile spread across Tucker’s face as he regarded her for a few moments in silence. “It was a good choice.”
    He paused, something flickering in the depths of his eyes—and it made Abby think that she was toying with something dangerous and hazardous to her health.
    “You look beautiful.”
    God, she wasn’t used to this—not with Tucker—and after another second passed, Abby finally got her shit together.
    “Thanks,” she said lightly. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Now, are you going to introduce me to the rest of your family, or are we going to stand here while they whisper about us behind the backs of their hands?”
    Tucker moved so that he was beside her and settled his palm on her lower back. Tingles and shooting rockets burst inside Abby as his fingers grazed her naked skin, and she hoped like hell he didn’t hear the sharp intake of air through her teeth, because she sounded like a goddamn whistle.
    “Shit, Abby. You do know that your dress barely covers your—“
    “Yeah, I do.”
    A heartbeat passed.
    And then Tucker leaned down, his breath warm against her cheek. “You’re a liar, darlin’.”
    She turned slightly and only then realized that her mouth was a whisper away from Tucker’s.
    “What do you mean?”
    His dark eyes were