Crisis of faith. Sometimes when faced with the type of woman Trevor used to date and could’ve married, she wondered why he’d chosen her. “Nothin’ that dancin’ with you won’t cure.”
“Be a pleasure to put a smile back on this pretty face I love so much.” He guided her to the dance floor and held her closely through four songs. After the last note of the steel slide twanged, she stepped back. “Thanks, handsome.”
He kissed her square on the mouth. “You’re welcome. But you’re gonna hafta block my lower half until we get to the table, ’cause dirty dancin’ with you like that always gives me a hard-on.”
“I noticed. That’s sweet, Trev.”
“Sweet?” he growled. “I ain’t feelin’ sweet. Not. At. All.”
“You can show me your not-so-sweet side when we get home. But I am feelin’ guilty for abandoning Edgard.”
“He’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.”
Once the crowd parted, she caught a glimpse of Edgard. He wasn’t alone, but he didn’t appear too pleased about his visitor.
Chassie’s eyes narrowed at a puffy blonde head atop a narrow set of shoulders.
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She didn’t understand the sudden burst of jealousy nor her need to act on it. She spun around right into Trevor. “Do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“Good.”
Chassie skirted the table and snuck in behind Edgard, sliding her hands down his chest until their faces were side-by-side. “Hey, sugar pie. Didja miss me?” She feathered her lips over his neck and flattened her palms against that rock-hard abdomen.
Edgard sucked in a quick breath. “I, ah, yeah, I did.”
“I thought so. Hope you weren’t too bored.”
“Baby, keep it PG in public, okay?” Trevor jerked the stool next to Edgard and parked himself, as if he didn’t mind his wife openly touching another man.
Thank you for playing along, Trev.
Trevor said, “Brandy.” No hello, how are you, or inane small talk.
In a fit of dating confessions, Chassie spilled her guts to him about how poorly Brandy treated her over the years. In a show of camaraderie, Trevor gave Brandy the cold shoulder whenever they crossed paths.
Edgard picked up on the vibe. He plucked her hand from his stomach and kissed her knuckles one at a time, tossing off Portuguese phrases.
The display was for show, but Chassie’s knees went weak anyway. Edgard might’ve been reciting a damn grocery list in that sexy-assed accent, but frankly, she didn’t care.
She could listen to those honeyed masculine tones all damn night.
Brandy stood abruptly and snapped, “I have to go,” before she flounced off.
Trevor and Edgard exchanged a devilish look.
When Chassie tried to snag a barstool, Trevor tugged her onto his lap. “Least you can do is show me a little affection after actin’ so shameless with my best buddy, you brazen hussy.” He nipped her earlobe and chills raced down her neck.
“I take it she wasn’t a friend of yours?” Edgard asked.
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hole in her bubble of one-upsmanship. “Crap. I’m sorry. Were you seriously tryin’ to hook up with her?”
A horrified expression distorted Edgard’s face. “No!”
“She’s not your type?”
Another strange look passed between her husband and his friend. “Not my type at all.”
“Good. Because she’s a total bitch. Do you know what she asked me in the bathroom? If Edgard and I were related because we looked so much alike.”
Trevor choked on his beer.
She angled her head to look at him. “What?”
“Ah. Nothin’.”
“Do you think we look alike?”
“Besides the fact you’re a foot shorter than Ed, your hair is reddish brown where his is black? Not to mention your eyes are hazel, Edgard’s are gold? You’re part Indian, he’s Brazilian, you have tits and he has a big cock? Yeah. You two are so much alike you could almost be goddamn twins.”
Chassie laughed. “See? Brandy refused to believe that a man as hot lookin’ as Edgard could possibly be with me voluntarily. So I don’t care if she thinks we’re havin’ a threesome every damn night, it serves her nosy ass right.”
A sputtering sound came from Edgard, then from Trevor.
Her gaze flicked between the two men. “What is up with you guys?”
“Darlin’, didja ever think that Brandy is gonna take great pleasure in tellin’ everyone in the county that you’re bangin’ your husband and his friend? And it won’t be disputed because half the damn county is in this bar right now, watchin’ you feelin’ him up.