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and plowing face-first into a brick wall.
    No, not a brick wall, she realized as she stumbled backward. A guy built like a brick wall.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Faith
    The behemoth’s heavily-muscled chest completely filled Faith’s vision, blocking her view of the other people hanging out on the deck behind him.
    “Sorry.” Faith tilted her head back to look up at the wall’s head.
    It was a decent head, with blue eyes, a strong jaw, and several eyebrow piercings.
    Or was that several eyebrows?
    Faith squinted, relieved to find that the man possessed the requisite two eyebrows and a mere three piercings. Good. She wasn’t that tipsy.
    “No worries, I’m Trent.” He held out a hand, which Faith clasped, letting her eyes roam up and down Trent’s body as they shook.
    His arms were covered with tattoos that wound around and around his forearms before disappearing beneath the pushed-up sleeves of his black sweater. He was definitely a gym rat—you didn’t get muscles that defined without a heck of a lot of work—and somehow managed to exude swagger, even while standing still.
    In other words, he was exactly the type of guy she’d come here looking for.
    Their chance meeting should have made her happy. Instead, it made her stomach sink. Trent was perfectly good-looking and even smelled nice, but something about him turned her off.
    Probably the something that isn’t Mick Whitehouse.
    “Faith.” She tightened her grip on his hand and forced a smile, determined not to think about names that started with “M.” She’d done enough of that the past two weeks. The whole point in coming to this party was to move on and quit obsessing.
    “Faith. That sounds familiar. Have we met?” he asked, holding onto her hand a beat too long before releasing her fingers. “Maybe at the gym?”
    “I don’t think so,” Faith said. “I work out at my job.”
    “Maybe Touchdowns? I’m there almost every Saturday afternoon.”
    Faith shook her head. “No, I’ve never been there. I don’t get out much.”
    Way to sound interesting, lame ass.
    Trent smiled. “Me either. I spend most of my life at the gym or work. I run a bike shop outside Atlanta.”
    “Cool,” Faith said, taking another sip of her drink, hedging while she tried to think of something else to say. “Bikes with spokes or bikes with motors?”
    “Spokes,” he said. “But I own a chopper. You ride?”
    Faith shook her head. “I’ve seen too many motorcycle accidents. I’m with the Summerville Fire Department and we assist on a lot of those calls.”
    “So you’re an EMT?”
    “I’m certified, but I’m a firefighter by job description,” Faith said, bristling the way she always did when people assumed a woman couldn’t be a fire man . “I carry heavy equipment, hack things apart with axes, throw people over my shoulders when I have to. That kind of thing.”
    “Hot,” Trent said, shifting closer.
    “It does get hot sometimes,” Faith said, masking her nerves with another drink.
    He chuckled. “No, I mean it’s hot that you do that kind of work. That’s pretty brave.” He advanced another step. “Are you here with someone?”
    “Um, no?” Faith winced as she realized the words had emerged as a question, but Trent didn’t seem to notice.
    “Me, either.” He reached out, bracing his arm on the wall above Faith’s head, the same way Mick had before he kissed her in the gazebo.
    But that night she’d been tingling all over, dying to know what it would feel like for Mick’s lips to touch hers. Now, she felt nothing but uncomfortable and pretty certain she was never going to be able to pull off Mission: New Year’s Eve Kiss, no matter how many glasses of punch she drank.
    “We should hang out,” Trent said, leaning closer. “Do you like to dance?”
    “Not even a little bit.” Faith’s tongue slipped out to dampen her lips. This guy was practically delivering a “forget about Mick” kiss on a silver platter. All she had to do was woman up,