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his time to study every alcoholic horror the chalkboard had to offer, then finally decided on something called a Cement Mixer.
    Eva’s smile widened when the bartender cheerily poured a shot of Bailey’s. “Hah. I love Bailey’s.”
    Cam said nothing, just tilted his head to draw her attention back to what the bartender was doing. The man poured lime juice into the Bailey’s and the liqueur immediately started to curdle. Eva winced and reached for the shot like someone would reach into a snake pit. She gave him a pleading look, but he wasn’t about to take pity now. Not when the apocalyptic lighter fluid shot was still burning a hole in the lining of his stomach.
    He mimed taking the shot. “Bottoms up or pay up.”
    “Oh, I hate you,” she said, then downed it. Or at least tried to, but its consistency was indeed like cement and she ended up chewing it, making faces the whole time.
    Cam laughed. “Hey, this was your idea.”
    “I’m gonna get you for this one,” she mumbled and finally managed to force the Cement Mixer down her throat.
    The game quickly devolved from there, ending with Eva choking down a shot called Motor Oil, which she declared aptly named because it did taste like the black gunk that came out of a car long overdue for an oil change. Cam finished on some nasty concoction of Jägermeister and a dollop of warm mayonnaise and the slimy consistency had him coughing the moment it hit the back of his throat.
    Eva laughed so hard she snorted and covered her mouth with her hand. “The look on your face… Oh, wait, where’s your phone? I need a record of this.”
    She reached across the space between them and stuck her hand in his right front pocket, where he always kept his phone. With the alcohol in his system already warming him from the inside out, he thought he might burst into flames at the feel of her hand brushing against his thigh—and other, harder things. He started fantasizing about her closing her hand around his cock and giving it a hard stroke right there under the overhang of the bar—and that didn’t help his situation any. He really should be thinking about baseball. Or golf. That was a perfectly unexciting sport. Except her fingers were right there, and he found himself unable to focus on anything but the sensation of her lingering touch. He tried to suppress the groan gathering in his chest, but didn’t quite manage it.
    Eva stared up at him, her eyes glazed and lids heavy. Her lips parted on a soft, shaky exhale, her fingers flexed, and anticipation rocketed up his shaft. Just a few more centimeters over…
    After a long, uncertain moment, she withdrew her hand. He missed the contact instantly.
    Hello, awkward silence. And they had been doing so well, too.
    “We should get back to the wedding,” she said a bit breathlessly and wobbled to her feet.
    The wedding. Right. But, damn, with the way she was looking at him, all but stripping him with her eyes…
    He stood, but didn’t make any move to leave. Instead, he stepped into her personal space, his heart pounding so hard he wouldn’t have been surprised if everyone in the bar could hear it. His fingers trembled a little as he flicked the tie of her halter top off her shoulder. “Are you sure?”
    She glanced toward the door and winced. “No. I really don’t want to go back there.”
    “Me, either,” he admitted and leaned closer.
    Eva titled her head back, her lips half parted. Maybe this was it. Maybe she’d finally give in to the sexual tension that had always been on a low simmer between them. Maybe—
    She backed up a step. “I’m going to call it a night, but you should probably go back to the reception. It is your brother’s wedding, after all.”
    Damn. Damn. Damn.
    Nodding, Cam ruthlessly squashed the surge of disappointment and stepped back. “Let me pay our tab, then I’ll walk you up.”
    “I’m a big girl, Wilde. Can take care of myself.” She rubbed her thumb across his jaw, then patted his cheek.