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along behind Mrs. Preston.
    Hearing a sigh, Zac looked over to Faith. Her eyes were looking straight, and her face was blank. He looked at her for a few seconds, thinking of something that would put a smile on her face. “We match.”  
    “What?” Faith looked up at him with furrowed brows.  
    “Our clothes. We’re wearing the same colors,” he announced matter-of-factly as they continued back to their table.  
    Faith smiled and leaned a little closer to him. “That’s the shirt I bought you for your birthday.”
    Zac nodded.
    “Oh Zac, I want to go home,” Faith whined softly.
    Zac chuckled.
    “Faith! I was just about to go look for you!” Tim’s gusto statement startled Faith. She instinctively scooted closer to Zac, pressing up against his arm while her hand tightened on his elbow.  
    In reaction, Zac’s free hand flew over and covered her hand on his elbow to reassure her.
    Tim saw the scene unfolding before him and eyed the hand placed protectively over Faith’s. Faith followed his eyes and realizing what he was looking at, withdrew her hands from under Zac’s and smiled. “I ran into Zac and we got to talking. Zac, this is Tim Jefferson and Tim, Zac Hayden.”
    They nodded and Tim took a step toward them. Placing his hand on Faith’s bareback, he led her to her seat. Zac tugged on his collar and cranked his neck, trying to ease the uncomfortable tingling. He had no idea why he was feeling that way.  
    He certainly didn’t like how Faith had pulled her hand away immediately when she noticed that Tim was staring, but he knew that she was just minding her manners, something that her parents had drilled right into her bones.  
    However, seeing the hand that was placed on her back was driving him mad. Zac clenched his jaw, and thrust his hands into his pockets to fight the urge of ripping Tim’s hand away and pulling Faith into his arms.
    When they were seated, Tim put his arms on the chair behind Faith and leaned in to talk to her while Faith leaned forward in her chair, resting her head on her hand. Zac glowered at the hand behind Faith and jealousy coursed through him. Tim had only met Faith that night, and he was behaving as though she belonged to him.  
    He sat back in his chair to clear his head and observed Faith for a moment. She wasn’t one who would warm up to strangers instantly and she was clearly leaning away from Tim’s hand.
    As they conversed, Faith gave short, polite answers, never revealing any of her own stories or thoughts. She was constantly like that, even with her friends. She never spoke much, never giving too much of her opinion unless she felt strongly about the subject.
    Without thinking, he placed his hand gently on Faith’s bare back to get her attention. She turned and leaned toward him. “If I were your date, would you be finding excuses to leave early?” Zac whispered softly, making sure that no one else heard the words except for her.  
    Faith chuckled. “No. But despite our matching colors, you are not my date. So, rack that brilliant brain of yours and help me think of one.” Faith leaned in and nudged him gently with her shoulders.
    The brief touched sent a waved of heat radiating through him. He held his hand in place, keeping her close to him. “You can pretend that I am your date and that the person beside you does not exist. Then, we don’t have to think of any excuses, and we can enjoy ourselves tonight.”  
    Faith narrowed her eyes and took a breath slowly. “That seems...rather mean, and not to mention childish.” It was difficult for her to think of anything but the warm hand on her back. Her heart palpitated and raced. Not wanting to break away from his touch, she turned her face away, trying to straighten her thoughts.
    Million of thoughts raced through his mind as Faith turned away. He tried to think of a stronger argument. “It will be a clear statement to your mum that you don’t like how they are cheating on their agreement.”
    Faith