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I think we’re pairing up for the three-legged race.”
    Shit. Peter looked like he was ready to kill him. Time to make his exit.
    “That’s right,” Kat said, slipping her hand into Sebastian’s. “And like Danny said, if Sebastian stands half a chance of winning against him, he needs a good partner.”
    She dragged him away. When they were out of earshot, he relaxed. “Thanks,” he said and brushed his thumb over the soft skin on her hand.
    “What are you thanking me for?”
    “For getting me out of there.”
    “I thought you would have been all over that.”
    “All over that?”
    “She is your type, isn’t she?”
    “Oh, you think I have a type.”
    Kat arched a brow. “Come on, Sebastian. I’ve seen the women you go out with.”
    “I didn’t realize you were watching and keeping tabs.”
    She rolled her eyes. “It’s hard not to when Miami Thunder’s hottest doctor is constantly being splashed all over the tabloids.”
    Had she just called him hot?  What was going on with her? First he finds her staring at him, then she acts jealous around Zoe, and now she’s calling him hot. Was it possible that she actually liked him? His pulse leapt, but he sucked in a quick breath to control it. Even if she did like him, he wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it. This was Kat, his best friend’s sister, and he’d be wise to remember that.  
    “For the record, I’d never go after another man’s fiancé, and it kind of pisses me off that you think I would. I thought you knew me better than that.”
    She stopped dead in her tracks, and her hand fell from his as he kept going. “You’re right. You might be a lot of things, but I know you’d never do that.” Sebastian turned to look at her. She sighed and glanced over her shoulder. “That marriage is going to last all of twelve seconds.” She snorted. “Six months from now, I’ll be negotiating the settlement.”
    The sadness on her face felt like a punch to the gut. She was a divorce lawyer who saw the worst in people everyday, but deep down, there was more going on with her. Something or someone else was responsible for her cynicism. “Pretty jaded for a girl who comes from a functional family like yours.”
    “Yeah, well Dad’s old school, and they just don’t make guys like him anymore.”
    “And what kind of guys are those?”
    “Loyal, loving, supportive. A guy who isn’t going to jump in the sack with another woman because his girlfriend has to work late.”
    Ah, so that’s it. Some douchebag had hurt her, left her feeling unworthy. He stepped into her space. Her sweet fragrance fucked with his mind as he crowded her. His knuckles brushed hers. “You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
    “Maybe I am.”
    Dammed if he didn’t want to hunt the guy down and throat punch him for fucking with her. “Then maybe you’ve been hanging with the wrong crowd.”
    What the fuck am I doing?
    “You think?” she said, a warm flush crawling up her neck. They both stood immobile, a rush of sexual energy unlike anything he’d ever felt before arcing between them. She took deep, choppy breaths, her breasts rising and falling with the motion. Their fingers brushed, and she swayed into his touch.
    He dipped his head, her mouth so close to his all she had to do was go up on her tippy toes to kiss him. “Yeah, I think,” he murmured. Despite knowing better, he willed her to rise up so he could have one small taste. Yeah, that’s all he needed, one tiny nibble and then maybe he could get her out of his head.
    As a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, she wet her bottom lip and a loud moan built of sexual frustration—ten years’ worth, to be exact—crawled out of his throat. His cock tented, his blood rushed south, but some coherent part of his brain yelled in warning.  
    Don’t walk, dude. Run.

Chapter Three
     
    Kat pressed her ear to the door and listened for sound. Not that she expected to hear movement. It was three in