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table. His huge silver watch glistened. “Are you kidding me? It’s a classic. I don’t even let
me
drive the Ferrari…much.”
    “It’s one night, Vin. One night. I won’t drink a drop of alcohol. I’ll keep it to the side roads and under thirty. I’ll… Name it. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do. I just need that car.”
    “What’s her name?”
    “Trish DeVign.”
    “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you’ve lost your mind,” Vin said, slapping a palm to the table. “She’s your bread and butter, man. Why would you mess it up by dating her?”
    “It’s not a date. She needs an escort to a family wedding.”
    Vin raised one bold, black brow and zeroed in on Tony’s left arm tattoos. “And she asked
you
?”
    Tony smiled. “She likes how I look in a suit. And if she likes how I look in a suit, she’s going to love how I look in a suit in your car.”
    “Take my Lexus.”
    “That’s pathetic. That’s an old man’s fat ride, and I won’t subject my image to that.”
    Vin whipped a pencil in Tony’s direction.
    Tony ducked. “Hey, you owe me.”
    “For what?”
    “You said I screwed up a vinyl kitchen chair. I’ll have you know I don’t screw up, and I don’t use vinyl. Nasty, cheap stuff.”
    Vin roughed his face in his hands, releasing a low growl that had Tony on the edge of his seat. “Fine. You can borrow it, but only because I was an ass earlier, and I don’t want you to look like an ass at this wedding.”
    Tony jumped to his feet and kissed Vin on the back of the head. “I’ll do you proud, man.”
    “Just bring her home in one piece.”
    “Oh, eh, I have no intentions of bringing Trish DeVign home.” Because once he got her there, he didn’t trust himself to behave.
    Vin scowled. “The car. Bring the car home in one piece.”
    Now
that
Tony could do.
    • • •
    Trish stood in the Meyer’s laundry room doorway, looking out over the four-car garage turned Angie’s temporary workshop. She watched as Angie clamped a hinge jig to a door and reached for the wood router. The minute Angie flipped the switch, saw noise would drown out any words Trish wanted to say…and that was the problem. What words did Trish want to say? She warred with herself, hoping Angie would flip the switch and make it impossible to speak.
    Hunched over the door, router in hand, Angie glanced at Trish through clear safety goggles. “Do you need something?”
    Trish flinched. She’d been putting this off for hours now, and she wasn’t sure why. Taking Tony to her cousin’s wedding wasn’t a big deal. Was it? If it wasn’t, then why did her stomach feel as if she ordered fifty bolts of non-returnable fabric in the wrong color every time she thought about telling Angie?
    “How much longer for the doors?” Trish asked, stalling.
    Angie straightened. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Don’t tell me nothing. You never question my work unless you’re stressing about something. What’s wrong?”
    Trish stepped into the sawdust-scented garage, skirting a pile of two-by-fours that stretched across sawhorses. She stopped on the other side of the six-panel door Angie had propped against her worktable. “Nothing’s wrong. The doors look great. The bedroom built-ins are beautiful. The window seat is breathtaking. Your guys are ahead of schedule with the deck. And…I asked Tony to escort me to my cousin’s wedding.”
    Angie adjusted her safety goggles and laughed, but as her laughter died, her eyes widened. She set the router aside. “Oh God, you’re serious. Why? Why would you want to do that?”
    “I don’t have a choice. I mean, I do. I could ask a stranger or an ex-boyfriend, neither of which is appealing, or I could go alone, but can you imagine my mother’s horror over her daughter doing something socially unacceptable like attending a wedding alone?”
    “Yes, but I can also imagine your mother’s horror over her daughter doing something socially unacceptable like having Tony