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grazing across her skin as his lips moved to form the words—words he said with sensual excess.
    Still frozen, she tried to first figure out why in the hell her flesh erupted in goose bumps, and then pondered why in the hell she could feel Trevor’s hand snaking down lower on her back.
    Without pulling away, and without raising her voice higher than a whisper, she bit her teeth together. “What the fuck are you doing?”
    Another low chuckle unfurled over his lips, bouncing across Eva’s neck. He either didn’t pick up her subliminal threat or he didn’t give a shit, because his hands continued their descent toward her ass.
    His eyes flitted over her lips, making her uncomfortable. “You’re being watched.”
    Confused, she looked to her left, then her right. “What?”
    Trevor shifted their bodies, casually moving a quarter turn, so the “watcher” was now in Eva’s view. Trevor cocked his head to the side, leaning his lips over her ear. From any other angle, it probably appeared as though he was dotting kisses along her neck, hell, he easily could be . . . but he whispered into her ear instead. “Move your eyes to your left, Red. Luke hasn’t taken his eyes off you.”
    Careful to only glance quickly, her eyes fell on Luke who was sitting at one of the tables under the tent. His ankle was crossed over his knee, and he was leaning back, his arm draped on the table behind him. He was looking directly at her, not even attempting to be subtle. His jaw was set tight, but other than that he was stolid. He didn’t look jealous, or hurt, or pissed. He just watched—unashamed, like he wanted her to notice. And what was his motive? Why the hell was he sitting there acting all cool and mysterious? His behavior was starting to confuse her. First he was flirting, acting like a shit storm hadn’t poured on them the last time they talked, then he acted jealous and now he’s passively watching her?
    She tried to ignore the feel of Luke’s eyes on her. “So Luke watching me is justification for you to grab my ass?” she sneered, needing to shift her mind away from the perplexing look in Luke’s eyes.
    “I haven’t touched your ass once.”
    Raising her chin, she cynically lifted her eyebrows. “I can feel your fingers dangerously close,” she accused.
    His hand slid up a few inches and he straightened his body. “All right, all right,” he teased, and the light tone to his voice penetrated the stiff mood that had suddenly encased her. But Trevor was always good at that. He always seemed to know when to step in and play the hero—no matter what the situation. Even if she didn’t need to be rescued.
    Eva dropped her hands from Trevor’s neck, letting them fall to her sides as she rolled her eyes at him. “I’ve gotta go pee. Grab me a drink?”
    “What do you want?”
    “Something strong.” She needed to get a little more tipsy—okay a lot more tipsy. She had looked forward to this wedding weekend for a long time and she’d secretly hoped, okay, maybe not so secretly hoped, to have a man in her bed after a drunken evening of dancing and celebrating. She just didn’t think that the man who would be spending the night in her bed would be Trevor, or that the man who dumped her would be looking at her like he wanted to sleep in her bed. Dammit, that was a cluster-fuck of confusing. At this point, maybe a lot tipsy needed to transform into downright trashed.
    Turning, she headed toward the stone steps that led back up to the cabin. They were steep and narrow, built into the ground. The rock was uneven, with dips and bumps, but the surface felt smooth beneath her feet.
    Holding onto the cedar log railing, she ran her hands along the aging wood as she made her way up to the back deck of the cabin. The summer Georgia heat was nice and thick, and that combined with the small hint of alcohol that was mixing with her blood, heating her body, made the clear pool look extremely tempting. Bending her knee, she