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Joyce wasn’t the type of woman he’d like to sink into to take that edge off.
    Just as he was about to go looking for his own beer, he saw a woman coming down the stairs who had to be Nevaeh, by Skylar’s description. Pretty, vivacious, bright and intelligent eyes. And—
    Damn.
    The woman beside Nevaeh.
    Any thought he had about finding any other woman evaporated like water on a desert rock.
    Nevaeh said something that caused the woman to laugh, and her lips curved into a radiant smile that met her beautiful green eyes.
    Eyes that seemed vaguely familiar to him. Yet he knew he’d never seen this woman before, and he never forgot a face. Ever.
    Luke’s sharpened senses took in every detail of the woman and came up with a puzzle. She appeared strong, sexy, and confident, yet there was a contradicting air of vulnerability about her.
    Intrigued, he watched her stroll into the room, her movements smooth and graceful. Her strawberry blond hair was piled on top of her head in a sexy just-got-out-of-bed style, and her jade green eyes were big, giving her an innocent look.
    Yet the tiny red dress she wore was made for sin. It hugged her figure, showing off her generous breasts, small waist, and curvy hips. Definitely a dress designed to drive a man to his knees. And those high heels she was wearing— damn.
    A vision came to him—having the woman beneath him, sliding between her thighs while her desire-filled green eyes focused entirely on him.
    Luke’s groin tightened and he shifted his position.
    Looked like this night might get real interesting.
    How the hell was he supposed to keep his mind on business now?

Chapter 4
    “I’m going to have to hire a bodyguard just to beat the guys off of you,” Nevaeh said as she and Trinity headed down the stairs and into the enormous recreation room of the bed-and-breakfast. “You’re a man magnet. I swear every male in this place is watching you.” She pointed to the Doberman resting at the foot of the stairs. “Even Killer, my dog. Look at him staring at you—he’s in love.”
    Trinity laughed. “More than likely Killer just wants to sink his teeth into these stilts you call shoes,” she said, while at the same time trying not to tumble down the staircase. She could just picture herself landing in a heap, this ridiculously small red dress up around her waist. Now that would certainly get some attention.
    Why had she let Nevaeh talk her into wearing this outfit, anyway? This was more Nevaeh’s wild style than Trinity’s. The blue backless dress Nevaeh was wearing hugged her generous figure perfectly, outlining every beautiful curve. And the daring slit on one side went straight up to her hip bone. Nevaeh carried it off with elegance and style. Unlike Trinity, Nevaeh never tripped or spilled anything.
    Nevaeh greeted guests with a wave and a brilliant smile as they descended. “Too bad you’re engaged,” she said to Trinity.
    “I’m not exactly engaged.” Trinity gave a little shrug as they reached the landing. “Race just hinted, rather strongly, that he plans to ask me when we get together for Christmas in a few weeks.”
    Guiding Trinity to the lavishly spread snack table, Nevaeh said, “Close enough. And it’s a real shame.”
    “I don’t know that I’m going to say yes, Nev.”
    Trinity braced for Nevaeh’s reaction, but her friend didn’t say a word. Trinity glanced from Nevaeh’s frozen smile to the vat of red Christmas punch with the fifteen-dollar-a-cup price tag.
    Oh, so not. Red punch, white carpet—not happening.
    She checked out the bottles of wine and decided on a twenty- dollar glass of Chardonnay. At least that way if she spilled it on the carpet, it wouldn’t stain. She paid the bartender, took the wine glass, and cocked an eyebrow at Nevaeh, who was still smiling like she hadn’t heard Trinity.
    “Nev, I just told you that a rich, gorgeous man with a sports car and a British accent is going to propose to me and I might say no, and you