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When they arrived at whatever bar had been next on the list, Lexie pulled out a stool at one of the high-tops they managed to commandeer with a groan. Dane stepped into the space beside her while the rest of the guys filled in around them.
He hadn't exactly stayed glued to her side all night, but he'd never been far away. Still, this was the closest he'd stood since they'd first arrived. All her reasons for keeping him at a distance had seemed so important at the beginning of the night, but with every hour that passed, it became less and less of a concern.
She'd already let loose more than she usually did. How much worse would it really be to lean into him a little? Tip her head until it rested against the broad strength of his chest or bury her nose against his throat and drink the woodsy maleness of his scent?
A lot. It would be a lot worse.
Fighting the temptation, she plunked her elbows on the table and dropped her head into her hands.
Dane's warm chuckle brushed the back of her neck like a caress. "You holding up all right, Ms. Bellamy?"
"Lexie," she insisted, the word muffled by her hands. Slurred. "And I'm fine." Flexing her feet, she shifted her head, twisting her neck to the side so she could slot open her eyes and look at him. "If I'd known we'd be walking between bars, I'd have changed out of these heels, though."
"Well, that would be a pity."
His gaze flashed dark, and for half a second, she was back on the plane, stripped down to her bra and panties, Dane standing over her and growling at her not to take off her shoes.
She gave a full-body shudder. "Sadist."