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“They even let me carry a gun and everything.”
    Which reminded him that she was supposedly carrying a firearm somewhere under her dress, and his gaze dropped down her body. A surge of giddy lightheadedness combined with the muffled buzz of alcohol had him grabbing the bar to steady himself.
    Eva turned to stroll away, but ruined her exit by wobbling dangerously after a few steps. He launched forward and caught her around the waist before she toppled, but his sense of balance was just as wonky, and they both nearly tumbled into a laughing heap on the floor.
    “I’m good. I’m good,” she gasped once they righted themselves. She pushed him away but didn’t brace herself for when he let go and ended up flailing around like Kermit the Frog before he caught her again.
    He stifled a laugh. “No, you’re not. You can’t possibly be because I’m buzzing pretty good, and I have at least seventy pounds on you.”
    “Psh. Seventy pounds or not, I can drink you under the table any day and we both know it.”
    Not this time. One of those shots had hit her really fucking hard. “Just let me be the gentleman my mom raised me to be, okay? She would roll over in her grave if I didn’t make sure you got back to your room after letting you get this drunk.”
    “You didn’t let me…drunk. No, wait.” Realizing she’d totally slurred that sentence, she shook her head and straightened her shoulders with as much dignity as she could muster. She chose her next words more carefully. “I have a little buzz, that’s all.” Then she giggled, which told him everything he needed to know about how drunk she really was. Eva never giggled. “Those shots were horrible, weren’t they?”
    “The Jäger and mayonnaise was a particularly revolting choice,” he said and gave the bartender his room number to have the tab added to his bill. He stuffed a twenty in the tip jar as he half-wobbled, half-carried Eva out the door to the elevators in the lobby.
    Yeah, pretty sure the floor wasn’t supposed to ebb and flow like the ocean tide. He was really going to hate himself come morning.
    “Couldn’t have been any worse than the Bailey’s and lime juice,” Eva said and jabbed the elevator’s up button. “I gotta give you kudos for that one. I’ve never had to chew a shot anymore. No, before. I meant before.”
    “Yeah, I knew what you meant.”
    She smiled up at him. “That’s ‘cause you’re fluent in Eva Speak.”
    Damn, he wanted to kiss her. It wouldn’t take much with her upturned face right there, her mouth mere inches away. All he had to do was drop his head and—
    The elevator doors opened and someone cleared his throat. Cam’s head whipped up, which made the room spin around him, and it took a long moment to focus on his twin standing in the elevator.
    Vaughn scowled at the two of them and stepped out of the car. “Where the hell have you been all night? When you didn’t return, Reece started panicking and launched a search.”
    Translation: Vaughn started panicking, not Reece. He always assigned his emotions to one of their other brothers, especially if he thought said emotions were not befitting of a former SEAL. Like panic, for instance.
    “Hey, now.” Eva stepped forward, putting herself between them. She didn’t let go of Cam, though. Mainly because she’d probably topple over if she did. Hell, he’d probably topple over if she did.
    “Don’t be mad at him. He was commiser…acating with me over my horrible taste in men.” She pouted and tipped her head back to gaze up at Cam. “Why the does everyone lie to me?”
    “Commiserating?” Vaughn sneered. “Is that what you call getting him shitfaced drunk?”
    “Vaughn…” Cam said with a note of warning that clearly told his twin to back the fuck off the protective “big” brother routine. The guy was only ten minutes older for christssakes. He turned his attention back to Eva and gave her a light squeeze. “I’ve never lied to you.”
    Well, not