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and pucker up.
    Come on, Miller. Go for it!
    “But we can hang out,” Faith continued, pulse speeding as she downed the last of her punch in one gulp and reached out, grabbing a handful of Trent’s sweater. “Or we can just make out.”
    Trent’s eyes widened. “Sounds good to me.”
    “Then kiss me, already.” Faith braced herself for the worst, but was relieved when Trent’s lips met hers and there was relatively little to complain about. His lips were too firm, and he was a little too aggressive with the tongue, but overall it was a perfectly competent kiss that made her feel…
    Nothing.
    Absolutely nothing.
    No tingles, no sparkles, nothing but vague pleasure that Trent was big enough to block the wind and warm enough to ease the chill bumps from her arms. But when his hands found her hips, Faith knew she had to end it.
    She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. She and Trent weren’t going to be leaving the party together, and she wasn’t going to let him maul her in public. A kiss was one thing—she’d seen several couples making out in the corners of the room—but groping her was another.
    “Stop.” Faith pulled her lips from Trent’s, blinking as the sky behind his head pulsed, the stars spinning no matter how hard she tried to focus.
    “Okay,” Trent said, his hands coming back to her waist. “You want to get out of here? I’m staying with a friend, but I have a set of keys. We can go back to his place if you’re over the party.”
    Faith shook her head and immediately regretted it. The stars spun harder, and Trent suddenly sprouted a third eye in the center of his forehead.
    “Oh, no,” Faith mumbled as her stomach churned unpleasantly. “No, no, no.”
    Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind Trent’s massive back. “Get away from her.”
    Even before Trent turned—revealing the angry blue eyes and delicious black curls of the man behind him—Faith recognized that voice.
    It was Mick Whitehouse. Again . The man was like a bad rash.
    Faith tried to tell Mick to stay out of her business, but the words came out all jumbled and wrong. Her tongue was too thick and her stomach too sour, and the damn world wouldn’t stop spinning.
    “Back off, man,” Trent said, glaring at Mick. “Everything’s fine. No need to play hero.”
    “I heard her say no,” Mick said, not backing down. “Before I go anywhere, I’m going to make sure she’s okay.”
    Mick shifted his attention to Faith. “Are you all right?”
    Faith took an unsteady breath. Even with the world spinning, having Mick close made something inside her send up a cheer of approval. There was something about his eyes, about the way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her and protect her at the same time, that was completely compelling.
    And completely frustrating.
    She lifted a finger, closing one eye to make sure she was aiming at only one of Mick. “I do not need protectorin, protectoring—” She cleared her throat and concentrated. “I do not need you to protect me, Mick Whitehouse.”
    Mick nodded. “I know. You’re tough, but you also sound pretty drunk.”
    “I am snot.” Faith giggled as she realized what she’d said. “I meant not . Thas what I meant.” She hiccupped unexpectedly and covered her mouth with her hand as she mumbled, “’Cuse me.”
    “You’re excused,” Mick said with a serious nod before turning to Trent and adding in a softer voice. “She’s obviously wasted. I need to take her home. Why don’t you give her your number? If she’s interested, she can call you when she’s sober.”
    “Why don’t I take her home,” Trent said, sliding an arm around Faith’s waist and pulling her closer, making her stomach snarl angrily as their torsos connected. “I don’t know you from a hole in the ground, man, and Faith doesn’t seem very happy to see you. I think she’s better off with me.”
    “And I think you’d better let her go.” Mick stepped closer, glaring up at the