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wanted to dance. Feeling impulsive for once, she asked, “So, Trent and Mac, which of you is going to dance with me? Don’t make me look for someone else.”
    â€œIt’d be my pleasure,” Trent said as he helped her off the stool.
    â€œMine, too,” Mac said, his voice low, a little rough.
    â€œBoth of you?” Crystal looked at Trent, then Mac. She couldn’t tell whether they were teasing or not. She didn’t want to know which was true.
    â€œCome on,” Trent said as he led her out to the dance floor. “You can move those sexy hips all you want.”
    Crystal didn’t quite know what to think when Mac followed close behind. Her mind whirled with the possibility that the two men were making a move on her at the same time. Could it be? She glanced back at Molly for reassurance. Her friend winked and nodded, then merely sat back as if content to watch. Still Crystal started to change her mind about the dance when a third man stepped in front of her. While everyone else was dressed in tight, flesh-baring outfits, this man wore a simple pair of tight, black jeans and a brickred pocket T-shirt. He wasn’t necessarily a handsome man—his features were too rugged to be considered handsome—but he wasn’t hard on the eyes, either. The come and get it smile on his lips made her face go hot.
    â€œI saw you arrive and hoped to get a dance with you.” His gaze traveled over her body, giving her the once-over before coming back to her face. “You’re awfully damn hard to miss in that pretty dress. A man would have to be blind.”
    â€œThank you, but my dance card is a little full at the moment.” Crystal could feel the tension coming off of Trent and Mac beside her, and she could swear they’d both moved closer to her. Heck, their bodies even brushed against hers. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the man hitting on her was stirring Trent’s and Mac’s ire.
    The guy spared Trent a glance and shrugged, as if Trent were nothing more than an annoying insect, then zeroed in on her once more. “Sure I can’t change your mind?”
    â€œThe lady was clear,” Trent said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close to his side. She glanced up and nearly swallowed her tongue at the lethal look on Trent’s face. Her gaze darted to Mac and saw a similar expression. Yikes.
    â€œSorry, but I promised.” She smiled, hoping to take some of the sting out of the rejection. “Thanks for the offer, though. It was very sweet.”
    He nodded, one side of his mouth kicking up as he dared, “Maybe later then.”
    As he made his way to the other side of the room, Crystal peeked over at Trent. She noticed he stared at the man’s back for what seemed like an eternity.
    Trent’s blue gaze came back to her. “You seem to have quite an effect on me, Crystal. The thought of his hands coming anywhere near you just about caused me to kick his ass out of my club.” His eyes narrowed, as if bewildered by his own actions.
    â€œSame goes for me,” Mac said from behind her. “He’s been here a bunch of times, and he always gets just a little too aggressive with the ladies.”
    Crystal turned her head and looked up at Mac. His gaze, so cool earlier, blazed hot enough that Crystal felt seared clear to the bone. Suddenly she didn’t care about the other guy. All her focus was on Mac and Trent. Two men at once. She frowned. “What exactly is happening right now?”
    The men looked at each other, then back at her. Mac was the first to speak. “We’re attracted to you, Crystal.”
    She planted her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “Wait, both of you?”
    â€œYeah, both of us,” Trent murmured. Both of them looked way too satisfied with themselves. It suddenly pissed her off.
    Crystal stepped closer and poked Trent in the chest. “I’m