“No, I’m pretty sure that’s copyrighted.”

She laughed. “Damn, you’re funny. The cute ones rarely have the personality to match. Looks like this is my lucky night. Could be yours too if you’re down.”

Be a decent person. Be a decent person. He looped that thought a few times then took a breath. I can’t believe I have to do this.

“Normally, I’d be all over that offer, but I suspect you’ve had too much to drink. I’d be an asshole if I went for it right now.”

Leanne tilted her head. “You think I’m too wasted to decide that? I feel like that should be my call, but I respect your principles. If I drink nothing but water and I still want to do it in the bathroom in half an hour, how about it?”

Trev didn’t even need to think about it. “Deal. Dance with me while we wait?”

Chapter 2

Though Leanne had hooked up with a lot of people, nobody had ever attempted to protect her from herself.

She studied Trev with interest, taking a second look at him. He was cute for sure—shaggy, sun-streaked hair that made him seem younger than he probably was, if he was friends with Titus. That still meant he was four or five years younger than her, not that she cared. It wasn’t like she’d been seriously proposing, though it was funny as hell when he listed his qualifications. Not the response she usually got when she dropped that line.

The players rolled with it, promising her the moon for a shot at getting in her pants. Serious people stammered and said it was too fast; hell, a few folks ran away, thinking she was the type to believe in love at first sight when the opposite was true. After everything she’d seen, Leanne had a hard time believing in love at all. Sex, though, sex was fun. Simple, even.

Currently, she was buzzed but not drunk. She wasn’t about to argue with him, though. His caution struck her as adorable and kind of endearing. Normally, potential partners didn’t worry about her; she wasn’t the sort to make others feel protective.

“Sounds good,” she said finally.

The music called for a bump and grind, and she moved on him with slow, explicit hip swivels. Laughing at his expression, she tried to twerk, but that wasn’t happening. Vanessa took one look and started laughing.

“That is not remotely right. Here, watch me.” Of everyone in the group, Vanessa was the most graceful. She could move between styles too, combining moves from hip-hop, modern, and ballet classes she’d taken as a child.

Leanne stood back. “I wouldn’t even try to follow that. You’re amazing.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you should stop trying,” Vanessa said.

“Fine, I’ll go again.” Leanne almost got it the second time.