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been interested in the same woman, but one of them had always backed off. Always.
    Wyatt would expect him to do that now. They had an unspoken understanding between them about that. Wyatt had verbally staked his claim, and now it was Trent’s duty to step aside. But was that what he wanted to do this time? No. If he were being completely honest, it wasn’t.
    But what was he supposed to do about it? He’d never do anything to outright betray Wyatt. And he knew that Wyatt would never do anything to deliberately hurt him. If he went after Ria as well behind Wyatt’s back, that would make him no better than Deanna.
    No. He’d have to find another way. Because Trent knew as sure as he knew his own name that there was no way he could watch Wyatt develop a relationship with Ria. No fucking way. Something about her called to him, and he had to pursue it. He had to. If nothing came of it, then so be it. But he had to give it a shot.

Chapter Five
     
    Monday evening, Ria had just picked up a tray of dirty pitchers to carry toward the kitchen as the door opened. Her attention was momentarily diverted by the sight of Maddox, Julie, and Trent walking into the bar. She did her best to avoid Maddox and Julie as much as she tried to avoid Sean, Ellis, and Marisol.
    Of course Trent would hang out with them now that he was back in Racy. They had all been in the same grade together. And, they were all in the lifestyle now. It wasn’t the first time Julie and Maddox had been in here since last summer, but it was the first time they’d been here with Trent since his return.
    Ria tossed back her hair and tried to act casual, but she kept giving their table sideways glances instead of watching where she was walking. As she passed an empty table, her sneaker tip caught one of the chair legs and down she went. The pitchers were plastic so all they did was bounce, and the tray went sailing across the floor. But her hands and wrists hurt like a bitch, and her pride was wounded beyond all repair.
    No one laughed. That was the one saving grace. Luke came out from behind the bar but the hands that helped her up didn’t belong to her brother. She glanced up into Trent’s gorgeous dark blue eyes, and swallowed hard as she struggled for words. “Thank you.” They seemed inadequate. Her face burned and she rubbed both wrists, hoping she hadn’t fractured anything.
    “Come in the back and let me take a look at them. You went right down on both hands.”
    No shit . “I know.” Luke didn’t say a word, but he did give Trent a long, hard look before he returned to his spot behind the bar. What was that about? He was her employer, not her keeper. And he certainly had no right to tell Trent what to do.
    Ria followed Trent to the back room where he told her to sit. Then he moved his chair closer to hers, and she breathed in the scent of expensive cologne and soap. It was enough to make her pussy wet. What was it about these two that affected her so much? It wasn’t only their looks. There was a pull she didn’t understand.
    Trent cradled her left wrist in one palm and ran his fingers over it. He rotated it slowly one way, then the other, watching her face the entire time. “Does that hurt?”
    She shook her head because she didn’t trust her voice right now. His touch sent shocks up and down her arm, and the temptation to just kiss him right now was very strong. What was the worst that could happen? She didn’t believe he’d be repulsed by it.
    “What about this?” He flexed her wrist and she winced a bit. Then he bent it the other way, but that didn’t hurt.
    “You should probably get them both X-rayed, just in case, but I don’t think anything is broken in this one.” He did the same to other, but nothing hurt this time. “Or this one. What about your face? Did you hit it?”
    “No.” She studied his, and her attention was drawn to the scar under his left eye. Without thinking about it first, she reached up and brushed a finger over