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Wow.
Becca took her keys, but fidgeted. She cleared her throat. “Aren’t you ... ah ... supposed to be staying at my house?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Quinn broke free. Her cheeks were flushed, leaving her eyes bright and her voice breathy. “Rafe will drive me home.”
Rafe. Seriously?
He mumbled something against Quinn’s neck that sounded like, “Yeah, later.” But at least his hands had found their way to the outside of her clothes.
“Quinn ...” Becca hesitated, not wanting to mortify her friend, but not wanting to leave her with some guy who seemed determined to get into her pants right here in the middle of the McKay living room. “Do you even know this guy’s last name?”
Quinn’s eyes lit with irritation—and maybe a little embarrassment. “Gee, Bex, do you know Hunter’s?”
Oops. Touché. Becca looked away. “That’s a little different.”
Rafe lifted his head and grinned. “It’s Gutierrez.”
Quinn clapped him on the shoulder. “There you go.” She flashed annoyed eyes at Becca. “I’m good.”
Becca stared at her for a long moment, then opened her mouth to protest again. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay—”
“Jesus, Becca,” said Quinn. “I have a mother.”
Rafe turned his head and looked at Becca. “She’s all right,” he said. “I’ll get her home.”
To his credit, he appeared straight sober. He was one of the first guys she hadn’t smelled alcohol on all night. He had a sexy smile, too, and his tongue did nice things to his R’s.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” said Quinn. She traced a finger down the side of Rafe’s cheek. He obligingly leaned in to kiss her again.
Becca shoved the keys into her pocket. “Whatever. Have fun.”
She wove through the dancers crowding the living room floor, replaying the exchange with Quinn. Her friend seemed pissed—had Becca missed something? Or had Quinn just been lost in a lustful moment, resenting interruption?
Becca was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she nearly missed one of the twins standing in the archway to the foyer, leaning against the molding with a bottle of water hanging from his hand. He looked almost bored, so she felt certain he didn’t know Tyler and his buddies were around.
“Hey.” She hesitated. “Gabriel?”
He offered half a smile and straightened, then leaned close to speak over the music without yelling. “Nicholas.” He smelled good, warm, like a lazy breeze in summertime. His breath traced the line of her jaw. “Having a good time?”
“Is Chris around?” she asked.
He nodded. “He and Gabriel are hunting down some food.”
Did that mean they’d gone out back? “That guy Tyler is here. With friends.”
Nick lost the easy smile. “Where?”
“Playing ball now, I think.”
He swore and set the bottle of water on the hall table, then turned for the hallway that led to the back door.
She watched him take a few steps, curiosity telling her to follow him, common sense telling her to get the hell out of the house.
“Shouldn’t you take that with you?” she called.
He stopped short. His head whipped around.
She picked up the bottle of water. “For Chris.”
