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but you don’t need to. Everything’s going to work out.” Her eyes widened as she spotted two cups of coffee on the console. “Is one of those for me?”
    Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail, exposing the smooth skin of her neck and reminding him of the freshly-bathed, wine-flushed Reese he’d found in her apartment last night. He couldn’t stop picturing the way her robe had started to slip off her shoulders, or the way she’d looked at him—if only for a moment—when he’d stepped close.
    He couldn’t stop wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.
    Ben forced his gaze away from her as she sipped the coffee. But she made soft little moans of pleasure with each sip, and he had to squeeze the steering wheel to keep from staring, to keep his brain from imagining those moans in a completely different context. “I assume you’ve moved past your drunken I want to be a slut plans.”
    “Oh, I haven’t moved past it,” she said. “I just know better sober than to believe I can do it. I’m not sex goddess material.”
    He snorted. Was she really so naïve?
    She shrugged. “Life goes on.”
    “Thanks for doing this,” he said gruffly, changing the topic to something safer.
    She reached over and squeezed his thigh, just above his knee, and left her hand there. “I’m happy to. I owe a lot to your parents.”
    He pulled onto the road, heading north of the city to his parents’ house. Months ago, he’d asked Reese to help him with preparations for his dad’s retirement party. She was good at that kind of thing after all. But now all he could think was if he put the party together by himself, he wouldn’t be sitting here wanting her so damn much.
    She squeezed one more time before pulling her hand away, and his cock strained uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.
    “When’s everyone supposed to get there?” she asked.
    He cleared his throat. “Noon. Are Trish and Sydney going to make it?”
    Reese frowned and leaned back in her seat. “Yes,” she grumbled. “God, I really don’t want to talk to my sister right now, but it will be good to see Sydney. Do you know she’s playing piano in the high school jazz band?”
    “You mentioned it. Like twelve times.”
    “She’s in eighth grade. Forgive me for being a proud aunt.”
    Ben shot her a look before returning his focus to the road. “Why don’t you want to talk to Trish? Because of the date?”
    “The date was terrible,” she said, “but she meant well. But I can’t believe she told Halie McCormack—” She cut herself off and her eyes went wide.
    “What’d she tell her? They’re friends, right?”
    “She just—” She shook her head again, and from the corner of his eye, he could see her cheeks flushing. “She’s the one who made Halie think I need Sex Goddess 101.”
    Ben narrowed his gaze. “You’re not telling me something.”
    “It’s personal,” Reese grumbled behind her coffee.
    He grunted. “Never stopped you from sharing before.”
    “It’s embarrassing. But maybe everything happens for a reason. Something good might come of it.”
    “Come on, Reese. It’s me. Your buddy. The guy who saved you from what probably would have been a nasty hangover yesterday. The pal who came to your rescue when your car wouldn’t start again .”
    “You don’t want to know.”
    “I really do,” he promised. “Anyway, I’m a little hurt that you’d trust Trish with this information and not me.”
    She shook her head again, cheeks crimson.
    As he pulled onto the interstate, he dropped it. For now.
     
***
     
    Satisfaction filled Reese as she looked around the party. The guests had arrived in droves to celebrate the long and successful career of Thaddeus Hawk, owner and founder of Hawk Construction. The coolers were brimming with drinks, the tables were filled with food, and the Hawk brothers were working the grills.
    “It’s so nice to see you, sweetie,” Caroline Hawk said, pulling Reese into her large, soft