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tugging at the edge of those lips. “Yeah. Once or twice,” he admitted. “My brothers and I all have. We played a lot of sports, and our work puts us in the way of fists now and then. Gives my mother fits.”
    “There are more at home like you?” Tiffany said, and heard Mary snort from across the table.
    “Three more, actually, though my brother Jonas just got married.”
    “Congratulations,” Tiffany said.
    She thought maybe she’d noticed his gaze dip discreetly to her bodice, which showed a little more cleavage than she normally exposed, but her push-up bra was the only thing not in the laundry. She counted that as a lucky thing and sat up straighter.
    “Can I get you another drink?” he repeated.
    She shook her head with a smile, silently damning Marcus Hooper.
    “So no, then?” There was a flicker of disappointment in Garrett’s eyes, thrilling her. He wanted to spend time with her, as well. If only.
    “Maybe something non-alcoholic. I don’t want to teeter down the aisle at the rehearsal,” she joked.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you on course,” he said, standing and offering her his arm, his words wiping her brain clear of any thoughts at all.
    She stood, slipping her arm through his. It was old-fashioned gallantry, and she liked it.
    She looked back to the activity around the table. “Oh, it must be time to get over to the church. It’s not too far from here. I have my car if you need a ride,” she offered, and then bit her lip, wondering if she wasn’t leaping into spontaneous mode again.
    “That would be great. To tell you the truth, I am a little out of my element here. I’ve never been in any wedding but my own and my brother’s.”
    “Yeah, sure. No problem,” she said breezily, all of her lusty thoughts spiraling right down the drain at his mention of being married. She looked down quickly and saw no ring.
    Oh, great. Of course there had to be a catch. He’d been too perfect, but he was just one of those . A guy who took his ring off when he was out of town, though she didn’t even see a tan mark from it. She didn’t need to be a detective to figure out his game; she only needed to be female. She’d definitely seen a spark of answering lust in his eyes, but that only meant Tiffany was going for the record in being a loser-magnet.
    She was stuck offering him a ride, so they walked out, joining the others. Tiffany might be Ms. Spontaneous, but that didn’t include fooling around with married men. She had a few rules she wasn’t willing to break. In spite of all of her promises to herself, she’d been ready to throw caution to the wind to spend some sexy one-on-one time with Garrett Berringer.
    Now she didn’t have to worry about that. Controlling herself around him would be no problem at all.

2
    G ARRETT SURVIVED THE rehearsal and in the end, he was glad he’d agreed to help Ed out. Mostly because of her .
    Distracted from any sad memories by the woman he’d walked down the aisle with, he watched Tiffany look at the clock for what might have been the hundredth time in an hour. She appeared to be in a hurry to leave, saying goodbye to Isabel, from what he could tell.
    Ed was in party mode the night before his wedding, and they’d all decided to go out for a round of drinks and some dancing after the church. Garrett had planned to go, hoping that he might get to know Tiffany a bit more. It had been a long time since his first thought upon meeting a woman was, how do I get her into bed?
    She’d seemed responsive enough at dinner, flirting with him, unless he was seriously out of touch. Then, mysteriously, her attitude had cooled down considerably, inexplicably. Conversation on the drive to the church was limited to brief, general topics. She didn’t laugh at his jokes, and she didn’t meet his eyes once. Her posture was rigid as they had linked arms to walk down the aisle during the rehearsal.
    And she hadn’t stopped looking at her watch since they’d gotten there. Was