Payton recovered from her surprise quickly. “You evil genius. They’ll fucking love it.”

Dominic and Payton made their rounds, saying hello. Her gaze sparkled at me when she greeted Silas. They didn’t chat long with our table, needing to keep on the move. The wedding was well over three hundred people. It had to be daunting, but Payton took it in stride. Anything for her husband, I was sure.

Silas’s arm hung on my shoulders, and I enjoyed the feel and weight of him. I leaned close and whispered in his ear, “I’m glad you were a devious asshole and came with me.”

“Yeah?” His gaze was electric. “Me, too.”

We danced, and drank, and I watched Taylor throw herself shamelessly at Payton’s older brother. I couldn’t really blame her. The guy was attractive, and Kyle hadn’t brought a date to the wedding. I bumped into Payton at one point during a slow song when I had my arms wrapped around Silas, and she shot me a knowing look.

“Look at you,” she whispered. “So casual.”

Hardly. I’d given up fighting it weeks ago.

We didn’t stay all the way to the end of the wedding, but the crowd had thinned substantially. The Japanese couple and their translator were gone, as were Mr. Red and Claudia. I tracked the newlyweds down, gave Payton a quick hug, told her she looked amazing, and then whisked Silas out of the hotel and onto the cold sidewalk.

He laced my hand with his and put both of them inside his coat pocket to keep them warm as we hurried to the closest El stop.

“My buzz is fading,” he said as we rode the train back to my place.

“There’s still some beer in my fridge.”

“You’re not going to drink? We haven’t had sloppy, drunk sex yet.”

I laughed. “Well, you make it sound so appealing.”

When we arrived at the atrium door to my apartment, I buzzed up, and Silas’s expression turned to confusion.

“I forgot my keys,” I said.

As soon as we were through my front door and had our coats off, Silas was on me. His mouth was insistent on mine, and his hands were up the skirt of my dress, but I spun away.

“Wait a minute,” I said, my heart racing.

“Fuck, Regan, all I can think about is the last time you were in a skirt.”

A laugh stuck in my throat. “Okay, hold that thought. Put some music on, I’ll be right back.”

He pulled out his phone and moved toward my speaker system as I went to my bedroom and pushed the door open.

When I came back to him, a seductive love song flowed through the room. He’d turned off the overhead lamp, so only the light from the pass-through window in my kitchen glowed in the space. The atmosphere was subdued and sexy.

Silas glanced at my sapphire-blue dress. “I thought you were changing. I’m glad you didn’t.” He wore a simple black suit and patterned silver tie, and I ached at the sight of him. All male, gorgeous, and mine.

“No,” I said softly. “I wasn’t changing. I was making sure everything was ready.”

“Ready?” he repeated, and immediately froze.

Tara strolled into the room and stood between us, not a stitch of clothes on her stunning body.

Chapter

TWENTY-ONE

Silas went wooden. His chest didn’t move and he didn’t blink. My blood rushed so loudly in my ears, it was a roar. Could he hear it?

He came back to life and spun away from us, but not before I got a look at the scowl painting his face. “What the fuck, Regan?”

I hurried to him, sliding my hands up to cradle his jaw. “She asked if she could play with us. Silas, that night at the club with you and her . . . Didn’t you like that?”

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