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less time than it took the bartender to pour them.”
    â€œTouché. Be gentle with me.” He took her hand and led her toward the dance floor. “It would appear I’m drunk.”
    Rhonda stayed still while the most beautiful man in the world circled an arm around her waist and drew her in far closer than needed for a slow dance between two almost strangers. But she figured, What the hell? When in her lifetime would this happen again? Never. She didn’t meet men like this and men like this certainly didn’t date strippers. When he smiled down at her, her silly knees forgot that fact and nearly gave out.
    She’d never have gotten the nerve to talk to him if he hadn’t been in danger of drinking himself stupid. She recognized a man on a mission to numb himself. She’d not only seen it at the club, but in her home. And yes, she’d done it for Maggie, stopped him from doing something that might embarrass the bride, but Rhonda had done it for him too. She certainly hadn’t been on a mission to save anyone. Hell, she was done with that part of her life. But standing by and watching him do something that pathetic was a sin. Alcohol solved nothing and ruined everything.
    She kept their pace slow. She wasn’t sure if he could or couldn’t hold his liquor, but a dizzy six-foot-two guy wouldn’t be a good thing for a short five-foot-five girl wearing five-inch heels. On a turn, she spotted the other bridesmaids staring, Shannon giving her the thumbs up. Blushing, she turned her face into his shoulder, which Blake mistook as her wanting to get closer because he drew her in even tighter. She might as well enjoy it while it lasted. No way would a chance like this ever come her way again. And for once in her life, didn’t she deserve to do something nice for herself? Sighing deeply, she inhaled his cologne and wasn’t surprised to find out he smelled almost as good as he looked. She actually stifled a groan when the dance ended.
    â€œThat was very nice,” he said, without letting her go.
    â€œYes,” she agreed, “and I have all my toes.”
    â€œDare we try that again?”
    â€œAnother dance?”
    â€œIt beats being set up with matronly women.”
    â€œHey,” she said, “Mrs. Haddle is a very classy lady. And she likes them young and pretty. Who am I to judge?”
    He blinked. Said nothing. And blinked again.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIf it was the other way around, would you be saying, he’s a very classy guy who likes them young and pretty?”
    Now it was her turn to blink. “You’re right. Mrs. Haddle is a pervert.”
    His laugh was hot and sexy as hell. She laughed with him.
    â€œAnd pretty?” he asked, sounding offended. “Bloody hell, Rhonda, you do nothing for a man’s ego.”
    And then he kissed her. Right there on the dance floor. For everyone to see. Which she promptly forgot the moment his tongue swept across her lips, and, skank that she was, she opened her mouth. The man could kiss. When was the last time a man this good looking kissed her so completely? Oh yes—that would be never . Her eyes drifted shut, every part of her vibrating in a wild hum as his tongue took command of her mouth. He tasted like scotch and blessed, selfish desire.
    â€œNothing against Mrs. Haddle,” he broke their kiss, “but I prefer my partners closer to my own age.” He shifted the hand at the small of her back perilously close to doing something far more inappropriate than kissing her on the dance floor. “And,” he finished with a kiss to her nose, “less apt to remind me of me mum.”
    He moved them off the dance floor. Rhonda was surprised her legs still worked. She ignored Alice’s stunned expression and hoped to God Blake didn’t see Wendy high-fiving Shannon. “Where are we going?” she asked when he didn’t stop, clearly heading toward the