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place. And might I remind you that we’re also surrounded by our closest friends.”
    Dominic chuckled low and pulled away from her. “You wear a minuscule scrap of fabric hiding what I covet most, and you’re lecturing me on what’s fair? Admit it, Querida, you want it.”
    Kerrigan gave him a sheepish grin, knowing his hand on her ass had given away the fact she wore a thong underneath her skirt. She loved to tease him just as much as he teased her. That little tidbit of knowledge would drive him crazy all night. It would make for one hell of a make-out session the following morning.
    She slipped her hand into the front pocket of his snug jeans, and he tensed as she purposely grazed his hard-on and then fished deeper, pulling out the keys to his car. “Cock tease,” he said with a lopsided grin.
    “Why, Dominic Grayson... I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She pushed on his chest, forcing him to take a reluctant step backward so she could walk around to the driver’s side.
    He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into him. Her squeak of surprise was cut off abruptly when her mouth was covered by his in a hard kiss. “You’re going to pay for that later,” he warned before letting her go. She giggled and walked to the driver’s side of the car.
    “Where are we going now?” Olivia situated herself behind the wheel of Tyson’s Mustang as he pawed at her with his big arm draped over her shoulders. Jesus, he really needed to learn how to hold his liquor.
    “Panama Hattie’s!” Talon yelled from the passenger seat of Sydney’s car. Colton and Gabe were in the back seat and did a little party whoop like they had been there before. They hadn’t.
    Dominic abruptly leaned over Kerrigan until he could see them through the driver’s side window. “No!”
    “Why not? It’s just down the street, and we’ve got less than an hour until midnight .” Sydney stressed the last part, reminding him of the need to get him back before he went phantom.
    Dominic sat back in his seat with a huff. “Fine. Panama Hattie’s it is.”
    All three engines roared to life, the occupants of two of the vehicles in their caravan louder than the combined sound of all three motors. They backed out of the parking lot, heading north on A1A.
    ZZ Top’s Tush blared through the custom stereo, and Kerrigan turned it down so she could be heard. “Why don’t you want to go to Panama Hattie’s?”
    Dominic sighed and put his hand on the inside of her thigh, casually running his fingers along her smooth skin. “Because I don’t want to run into any of my past acquaintances.”
    “The Cubans?”
    “No, not them.” He pulled his hand back. “Look, Querida... I’ve lived here all my life and clearly I wasn’t a virgin before I slept with you. There might be some local women there who... know me.”
    “In the Biblical sense.” She didn’t need further explanation.
    Dominic watched her fingers tighten around the steering wheel. He followed the taut muscles of her arm up to her face. The tendons in her neck were pulled straight while the muscles in her jaw clenched and unclenched in a rhythmic pattern.
    “It was before I knew you.”
    “Well, no... technically, it wasn’t.” She looked at him for a brief moment before returning her eyes to the road. “But, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
    Her tone indicated she was anything but. A memory of the day they spent playing on the old tree swing when they were kids flashed across his mind, and he knew she was recalling that very same thing.
    “Jesus, Querida.” Dominic ran his hands over his face and tilted his head back on the headrest with a sigh. “We were seven. Like I knew we were going to end up together.”
    “I said I’m fine.” She knew she was being irrational, but she just couldn’t stand the thought that someone else had touched him, felt him in a way that only she should have.
    Kerrigan followed Sydney into the parking lot in front of Panama Hattie’s and