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Crap.

First rule of taking a lady on a date. You pull out her chair.

And I’m standing here just gawking at her because she’s so damn pretty when she smiles that the rest of my brain has floated away like a runaway balloon.

But Sabrina has Emma’s chair and Laney has mine.

And both of them are smiling like they have a secret.

They probably do.

They knowallof Emma’s secrets.

Most of them.

They knowmostof Emma’s secrets.

Not all of them. Apparently she’s changed since her wedding.

“Enjoy your bread and eggs and wine,” Sabrina says after we’ve both sat. “We’ll be back with your next course soon.”

“Does that mean they’ll be watching us?” I ask Emma.

She laughs again, then nods. “Definitely.”

I’ve been on dates knowing that pictures would show up online or on gossip sites. I’ve been on dates that have been interrupted by people wanting pictures and autographs.

But I’ve never been on a date while being served by my date’s best friends, knowing they’ll be spying on us, and excruciatingly aware that one wrong move on my part could completely wreck my plans for the rest of the evening.

Possibly the rest of my life.

Emma tears the full pretzel in half and sets the bigger piece on the bread plate in front of me. “They’re not going to spy the whole night.”

I raise a very suspicious brow at her, which has the effect of making her smile grow impossibly wider.

I hope Bash got some of that smile. I truly, truly hope he did. That he just hasn’t grown into it yet.

“They’renot,” she insists. “Pretend they’re strangers who have absolutely no interest in us whatso…ever…

A frown overtakes her expression as she trails off.

Now I’m aiming two curious eyebrows at her.

She lifts a finger.

And then she crawls under the table.

My dick goes so hard, so fast, I feel it from the pit of my stomach all the way up to my throat.

Is she—she’s not.

Is she?

Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh god.

Icannottake a blow job under the table from her while herbest friends and brotherare mere feet away.

I also can’t squeak out the words to tell her so, because my brain has malfunctioned.