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The Tribeca Terrace was everything they had wanted in a surprise party venue. Reese had put her organisational skills to work on the ride over, ensuring an extra place setting for Carter appeared as if by magic amid the balloons, streamers and the enormous Just Hitched banner she’d already arranged to adorn their table.

Gina’s thanks for her friend’s thoughtfulness was greeted with a cocked eyebrow. ‘Don’t think I’ve forgotten your gross dereliction of shag and share duty. If he’s not the Mystery Studmuffin, I’ll eat my Jimmy Choos.’ But then she added in a soft murmur that had Gina repairing her mascara again, ‘I’m thrilled for you two. After all the heartache you’ve both been through, you deserve this chance.’

As the evening progressed Gina found her flirt gene shimmering happily back to life under Carter’s heavily lidded gaze—the desire to race back to her apartment and tear his clothes off becoming increasingly imperative. But as they swayed together on the restaurant’s small dance floor, the slow rub of his body against hers making her throat dry, she noticed Marnie pouring herself a hefty glass of Chardonnay while Dylan sat opposite her, engrossed in his smartphone.

Pulling Carter’s head down by the ears, she whispered, ‘You need to speak to your sister. Sort things out with her.’

He nuzzled her neck. ‘I don’t need Marnie’s permission and neither do you.’

Gina sighed, forced to file ‘fixing his relationship with his sister’ into a folder marked ‘works in progress’—Carter’s response making it blatantly obvious that his relationship with his sister seemed to have arrested somewhere around Marnie’s eighteenth birthday.

Her thoughts scattered completely when his hands drifted down to her butt: ‘I suggest you save your freak out about Marnie for another time,’ he murmured, giving her backside a proprietary squeeze. ‘Because you’ve got someth

ing a lot bigger to handle tonight, sugar.’

The husky giggle, which was never far from the surface now, bubbled out as his hips brushed against hers—and the casual endearment settled around her like a golden fog.

She’d never considered herself a sweet person, but somehow Carter Price’s good opinion had managed to shear off a lot of her sour edges and—while shedding that protective layer of sarcasm altogether would have to be another ‘work in progress’—she couldn’t wait to discover her inner Pollyanna.

Fisting her fingers into his hair, she dragged his mouth down to hers.

That said, she didn’t intend to let true love turn her into a total sucker.

‘Oh, don’t you worry, Rhett.’ She pressed provocatively against the rather prominent bulge in his suit pants. ‘I think I’ve got the measure of you,’ she purred, delighted when his heartfelt groan was followed by an exceptionally sinful kiss.

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