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    “A few. Gwen, for one. But she won’t be at this party. It’ll be almost all faculty and spouses. And dates.” She shot him a look, but he couldn’t read it. “Not as much fun as most parties you go to, I’m sure.”
    “You mean like the biweekly kegger in my basement?”
    “Um… Yeah. Sure.”
    “That was a joke, Olivia. I’m way past my kegger days.”
    “Way past?” she asked, her gaze dropping down his body. “I don’t think that’s chronologically possible.”
    She seemed to think of herself as much older than him, which was funny. She was only thirty-five, after all, and looked closer to thirty. Jamie got out and circled around to her side to open the door. “Careful. It’s rocky here.”
    She set one black heel on the ground, and Jamie’s mouth watered. She looked as good in heels as he’d imagined. God, he loved heels.
    “Thank you,” she murmured, and he forced his eyes up. He took her hand, holding tighter when she wobbled. He felt her little gasp of surprise and she leaned into him, one foot slipping from a shoe. “I think I’m stuck.”
    “Here.” He leaned down and Olivia’s fingers spread over his back as she held herself up. Jamie tugged the shoe out from its rocky vise and brushed dust off the heel. Then he curled his hand around her foot. Her skin was soft and her foot twitched as he dragged his thumb along the curve of her arch. He slipped her shoe on her foot and let his hand slide up to her ankle, smiling at the way her breath hitched when his fingers wrapped all the way around the delicate bones. “You didn’t hurt your ankle, did you?”
    “No,” she whispered.
    He set her foot down, still holding her ankle as if she needed support. “You’re sure?” He edged his hand up until his fingers opened over her calf.
    “I’m sure.” She cleared her throat as if she was aware of how husky she sounded. “Thank you.”
    “Then let’s go in.”
    He offered his arm for the walk up the steep drive, and she accepted with a grateful smile. “We don’t have to stay long. I just need to make an appearance.”
    “I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
    “You’re wrong about that.”
    “Is there anyone I need to watch out for?”
    She stumbled a little, and he had to brace her. “What do you mean?” she demanded.
    “Remind me to come pick you up at the front door when we leave. This hill isn’t safe in heels.”
    “Okay. Sure. It’s not safe for me in heels, anyway.” Her laugh was tight and embarrassed, which he found damn cute on a woman like her.
    “I just meant that I’ve heard these university functions can be tense. Who has tenure, who doesn’t. Someone got the government grant another person was going for. I hear a lot of bitching about it at the bar. Is there anyone you want me to kiss up to?”
    “Oh, that. No, I don’t have any budget enemies. Or tenure tensions. I’m only an instructor.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “No PhD. No tenured position. No research. I teach—that’s all.” Her tone was neutral, and she didn’t look self-conscious about it, just matter-of-fact.
    “That sounds nicer, actually.”
    She flashed him a smile. “I think so, too.”
    “All right. So no underlying tensions.”
    “Right. Yes. I mean no.” Now she looked worried.
    “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’ll have a good time.”
    She swallowed hard enough that he heard it. “I bet you’re the kind of person who has fun no matter what you’re doing.”
    He shrugged. “I try.”
    “That’s really nice.” She stopped before the enormous wood door and took a deep breath. “But this is a university party, so I hope you’re up for a challenge tonight.”
    Jamie let his eyes travel down her body while she was distracted by ringing the bell. “Oh, I am,” he murmured.
    When the door opened and they stepped in, Jamie was damn glad he’d decided on a pair of black pants and a button-down shirt tonight. Jeans would not have fit in here, and even though