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her back, blinding everyone in the room with his smile. And, while I know that we’ve already established that this woman makes me feel like I’m slowly going insane, I literally wanted to walk over and possessively replace his hand with mine.
    “Is that Alexandra Miller?” Caitlin asked, pointing across the room. She whistled through her teeth. “Even I’d do her with the way she’s looking tonight.”
    I glanced at her. “Don’t tempt me.”
    She grinned and lifted her glass of champagne to her lips.
    My gaze went back to Alexandra as though she’d hidden visual magnets beneath the dress. She scanned the room and I assumed that she was looking for her family, but then she waved to Gia before searching the room again.
    I didn’t know how I knew it, but I was certain that she was looking for me.
    I stood, grabbing her attention. When our gazes locked, her expression changed. The positions that we’d contorted into and the places where I’d put my mouth and hands were shared between us on an invisible projection screen. I was on the verge of saluting my entire table if I didn’t put a harness on my budding hunger, but I didn’t want to turn away from the vision in front of me. However, when she very discreetly squeezed her thighs together as though she needed to soothe an aching clit, I immediately sat.
    Our exchange was severed by Roderick using his hand to steer her over to the Miller family table. I turned my attention back to my own table and zoned in on whatever topic they were discussing until my erection, although reluctantly, went away.
    A few moments later, I looked up to find Evelyn standing at my table staring at me with a grin. She glanced over at the orchestra and raised her brows indicating that she wanted to dance, so I stood, took her elbow, and escorted her to the dance floor. She stepped close to me and motioned for me to lean down. Then, she whispered, “Don’t worry. I will get her into your arms.”
     
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    Alexandra
     
    “Honey, did you notice how the governor’s wife looked at you?” Roderick asked, motioning to a server for more champagne. “I told you that your dress showed too much cleavage. Those things are not appropriate when I’m around people who I’ll be later asking to donate to my campaign.”
    This was the fourth conversation that we’d had about my dress being “improper,” but I’d refused to change. I’d already known that Ethan would be attending the fundraiser and tonight, I wanted to wear red and feel sexy. I wanted loose curls, red lipstick, and barely-there underwear. With the way Roderick carried on, you would swear that half of my areola was popping out of my bustier.
    “I’m sorry, honey. It won’t happen again,” I conceded.
    He pressed his lips to my temple. “Good girl.”
    I carried my focus over to Eli and Gia: the lovebirds. My sister loved her husband so much that, for their most recent wedding anniversary, she gave him a black-and-white photo collage that she’d been secretly compiling over the years. She’d named it “Every Moment I Fell in Love With You,” and had images ranging from him half-asleep in an exercise physiology textbook from their college years, to him holding Kai her first night out of the NICU.
    Kai, born a preemie, had endured more difficulties in her first few months on Earth than most people would probably see in their lifetime. She’d undergone so many different surgeries before she was even six weeks old that doctors had warned Gia and Eli that the chances of her not making it greatly outweighed her chances of survival. Yet, they never gave up hope that the little girl born twelve weeks early and a mere pound-and-a-half heavy, had been born a fighter.
    It was a time that had tested their marriage so greatly that I’d been afraid that they wouldn’t pull through. But, I’d been dead wrong. The ordeal had only strengthened their indestructible marriage and Kai eventually went home a week earlier than the