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them until a girl with white blond hair dragged Adam away. Jared took the opening, grabbed Lizzie and dove into a sea of people. Jared was lethal on the dance floor. Dancing with Adam was fun. Dancing with Jared was the equivalent of a spin class combined with an MMA session on steroids. Actually, it was better. Within minutes Lizzie lost herself in the rhythm and the energy sizzling through the crowd. She was burning up, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Jared moved her so deep into the music she forgot where she was.
    It was nothing like when Nic held her. There was no electricity, no breathless excitement, no aching longing. This was muscle and sweat and music and heat and Lizzie loved it, but it wasn't the same.
    Sugar Coma took the stage but Jared stayed with her.
    “You’re not going to play?”
    He shook his head, leaning into her. “They’ll be okay for the first set.”
    “Are you okay?” she asked between songs.
    He nodded. “I will be.”
    She didn’t believe him. “Does Jen know?”
    “No!” He jumped back from her. “No.” His voice was calmer but he didn’t meet her eyes. “It got real with the priest and all. They’re really married.” Jared exhaled a painful breath. “It’s cool.”
    It wasn’t cool. He was hurting. Lizzie couldn’t believe she’d never noticed his feelings for Jen might be stronger than friendship. Jen hadn’t either. She would never have asked him to walk her down the aisle if she suspected. “Jared…”
    He shook his head again, as if shaking off the pain. “He loves her.”
    The music was building again. Lizzie had to shout. “He always has.”
    “It’s a pain being nice to him.” Then a wicked grin broke out across his devilishly handsome face. “Screw him, he has to be nice first. Now dance.”
    She had no idea how much time passed before Jared leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Brace yourself. Incoming.”
    Hard hands closed around her waist. Jared made no attempt to stop the force of nature who jerked her away from him. Instead, he laughed. “Have fun, brat, I’m going to play.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and escaped toward the stage.
    The hands spun her around and she collided with a heat her body instantly recognized. She lost her breath as hungry eyes narrowed on her. There was no mistaking Nic, but it was a Nic she didn’t recognize. All his smooth, detached calm was gone, replaced by a raw edginess that lent an air of danger to him.
    Jared plugged his guitar in and blew the dance floor wide open. The frenetic energy cresting across the dance floor turned more sensual as Sugar Coma launched into their cover of “Little Wing.”
    Nic’s arm went around her waist and she melted into him, losing herself in the heat of his body and the rhythm he set. Chills danced across her skin and she let the music take over. She had no idea how long they danced. Nothing else existed except the wild pulse of music and Nic. He was here. With her. Like they’d been together forever.
    Her arms wound around him and held on tight. She refused to let go of him. She wanted to hide in his arms as long as possible and maybe, she’d get lucky and the sun wouldn’t rise.
    She lost all track of time. Forgot where they were. She sighed in protest when he led her off the dance floor toward the bar. Despite the crowd, he procured a bottled water for her and long neck beer for himself. There was something so wrong about Nic drinking a beer but he wasn’t that elegant man tonight. He’d changed into jeans and a black button down shirt, his hair was a rumpled mess and he hadn’t shaved either.
    “How did you find me?”
    “Rogan told me when I dropped by Jen and Stefan’s.” He finished the beer.
    “Were you looking for me?” The idea made her breathless.
    “What if I was?”
    She opened her mouth, then realized she didn’t know how to answer. She settled for a smile and hoped it was mysterious.
    “You waiting for them to finish their set?” He