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to the bar. Anyone want refills?”
    Oh, boy. She’d seen that matchmaking gleam in Margo’s eyes before, but never aimed at her. Definitely not good if she wanted to keep any semblance of control for the rest of the night.
    “Sit with him,” Margo whispered in her ear before turning and tugging Naomi along with her.
    Ramsay grinned, clearly hearing her friend’s traitorous instruction.
    Mortified, Trinity dropped onto the loveseat as close to the edge as possible.
    Ramsay settled close. His gaze rested on her throat before it jumped to her eyes. “So, no touching. Sounds like an interesting story.”
    More like the only thing interesting about her, and yet the one thing she couldn’t talk about. Even if she could share something about her Spiritu self, her brain seemed to have gone on strike in favor of ogling the strapping god planted two inches away. “It bugs me, is all. Most people make me antsy. I guess…” She rubbed her thigh. “I guess you slipped in under the radar, and then after, I didn’t have time to think.”
    Again his gaze dropped to her neck, and his smile faltered.
    She checked her collar and made sure the sides were pulled together, hiding the pendant her adopted father, David, had given her before he died.
    “You sure?” Ramsay tilted his head, considering. “I think we should try again. Test the theory.”
    Well, if that wasn’t a perfect opportunity offered up on a silver platter. All her life, the only person who’d been able to touch her without impact was Kazan. She’d give anything to try something beyond a simple handshake.
    Ramsay leaned in, his arm stretching along the seat back. His facial structure radiated the same power as his body. Proud nose, strong jaw covered in sexy stubble, and thick eyebrows, one arched a little more than the other. His warm, earthy scent surrounded her, clean with a hint of something exotic. Sandalwood maybe. “Touch me.”
    Hard to call it a command the way he said it. More of a dark, sensual dare. One that worked nerve endings she hadn’t even know existed. “Where?”
    As soon as the question left her mouth his eyelids lowered slightly over stormy silver eyes. “Carte blanche. Lady’s choice.”
    Her gaze locked on his lips. Full and firm. She’d bet her first paycheck he could kiss a blue streak. Not that she had much to compare to.
    She opted for his sharp cheekbones instead. So warm. The rasp of his stubble diffused all the way up her arm.
    “Seems to be okay.” Ramsay trailed a touch along her shoulder, light, but still there. “Touching over fabric doesn’t bother you?”
    Trinity dropped her hand and stared out at the dance floor. What the heck was she doing? She didn’t know this man from Adam. Whatever made it so she could touch him was either a fluke, or something dangerous. Given the conversion with her dad, she’d be willing to bet it was the latter. “It diffuses it a little. Most people don’t get that. How’d you figure it out?”
    Ramsay scanned her attire. “Nightclubs usually generate fewer clothes, not more.”
    Trinity plucked her clutch from between her leg and the arm of the loveseat and squeezed the tiny handbag tight. She should head to the car. Margo could always text her when the rest of the girls were ready for a pickup.
    “Let’s try it the other way.” Ramsay leaned in, his heat registering at her side like an electric blanket.
    “I’m sorry?”
    “Let me touch you again and see how you do.”
    Her heart leapt. She shouldn’t. Different probably meant dangerous. If she were smart, she’d head home and curl up with one of her fantasy books.
    She nodded.
    He lifted his hand.
    Trinity held her breath.
    He traced her lower lip with his thumb then skated his knuckles over her chin and down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.
    Her pendant shifted between her breasts, pinging a wakeup call to her touch-starved senses. She jerked back.
    Ramsay’s eyes were rooted to her neck, his focus so