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    “No, you?”
    He shook his head. “It’s Italian, though. I usually go for the lasagna. It’s generally a safe bet.”
    “I’m sure the food is wonderful, or Rafe and Katy wouldn’t have chosen it.”
    “True.”
    It was insane the way he felt about Jenna. He’d barely met her. They’d exchanged few words. He couldn’t believe how hot he was for her. It took great strength and determination for him to order and eat his meal like a normal human being.
    Jenna ordered some sort of salad and glared at him when he rolled his eyes. “What?”
    “Is that all you women ever eat?”
    “No. But I have to fit into a pretty slim dress tomorrow. I don’t need to feel like a whale.”
    If they were alone, he’d have given her the riot act about selecting foods she enjoyed and eating until she was full rather than acting like a bunny. But they weren’t alone. And she wasn’t his woman.
    She spent most of the meal chatting with Katy on her other side and making polite conversation with the couple across from them.
    Mason spent the meal thinking about how good her thigh felt against his own and struggling to keep from setting his hand on her knee when she didn’t realize she was bouncing it nervously against him. He loved the feel of her and could care less if she fidgeted. It was endearing, but he wanted to calm her. It was in his nature.
    The meal lasted forever. It seemed everyone, including himself, made a speech to the bride and groom. They toasted so many times, he worried about the amount of alcohol Jenna consumed. The last thing he wanted was for her to be inebriated to the point he couldn’t tell if she liked him or would take any man to her bed because she was drunk.
    He needn’t have worried. She never asked for a second glass. She was the queen of faking like she was keeping up with everyone, and he admired a woman who knew her limits.
    What the hell are you thinking? Stop it . He needed to talk himself down. This was no ordinary woman he could woo into his bed. This was Katy’s best friend. And he’d been warned off by Rafe. Off limits.
    Except he couldn’t stop watching the way she moved, the way she held her glass, and the way she laughed and flipped her long hair back when she tipped her head.
    She was poised and…almost regal. She didn’t carry herself like an ordinary person. She looked…refined. Except when he made her nervous.
    When they bumped hands reaching for their glasses, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me.” Mason pushed his chair back and took brisk steps toward the back patio door. It was dark now. He hoped it had cooled off outside. He needed some air to clear his head—and get it straightened back onto his shoulders.
    The rush of oxygen in his face made him take in a long lungful of atmosphere that wasn’t filled with the scent of Jenna. He stepped to the iron fence and leaned forward against it as though putting a little more space between him and the woman inside would help him think straight.
    “Mason. What are you doing?” Rafe’s voice came from behind, only seconds after Mason had exited the building.
    Mason whipped his head around and found Rafe glaring at him. “I told you to keep away from her.”
    “I heard you.” Mason turned back around and stared into the night.
    “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t going to heed my advice?”
    Mason stayed silent.
    Rafe groaned. “Dude, she’s not like us. She has no idea about our alternative lifestyle.”
    Mason turned toward him. “Neither did Katy when you met and look at you.”
    “That’s different. Katy’s—”
    “What? Submissive? Open-minded? Whipped?” Mason chuckled. “That’s rich, man. What makes you think Jenna isn’t like her?”
    “She’s just not. Trust me. She has…baggage. A lot of baggage.”
    Mason smirked. “Don’t we all?” He turned and leaned against the fence. “Look,” he held both hands up in surrender, “I’m not going to ruin your big day, okay?