His knee jittered, and he wished he had something to take the edge off. Anxiety might eat him alive before the night ended. Drinking until everything went blurry sounded good, but he couldn’t let himself do that either. Not when Titus trusted him to make a good impression on Danica’s friends. Trev’s palms went sweaty as they pulled up in front of the house. At least, he figured it must be the right place by the number of cars parked outside. After he swung out of the car, he rubbed his palms against his cargo shorts then followed Titus up the drive. In college, he’d attended house parties, so he shouldn’t be this freaked, but it had been years.

Is it possible to forget how to socialize?

He froze by the door, overwhelmed by the laughter and the music, but Titus towed him into the mix, introducing him around. Trev immediately forgot all the names he heard, and he couldn’t make eye contact with anyone either. He tried to control his breathing, but with every fiber of his being, he wanted to dash for the door and keep running, on and on, maybe until his heart exploded. Because I’m such a tool, I can’t even—

“I’m Leanne. Want to be my third husband?” Those utterly unexpected words cut into his near panic attack with surgical precision, leaving him too stunned to be anxious. To mess with his head even more, they’d been spoken by the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Bombshell. That was the only word for this curvaceous redhead. She was gorgeous from head to toe, and she honestly seemed to be talking to him. If he hadn’t made a point of coming to this shindig sober, he would’ve sworn he was high.

Trev blinked. Nope, not hallucinating. She’s still here.

Before he even thought about it, he blurted, “I mean…maybe? Because I could get on board if you’re looking for a low-key, no-ambition type to look after the house. I cook and clean, do most general maintenance as well. Ask Titus, I’ve got references.”

Great, way to go. That’s not how flirting works. You sound like you’re genuinely applying for a job.

“As a handyman, not my third husband,” Titus clarified.

The woman laughed, as she was likely meant to. She chatted a bit with Danica and Titus, then they moved off together, leaving Trev staring at the ridiculously beautiful redhead. Broad forehead, wide cheekbones, pointed chin, and she had big eyes that didn’t know if they were blue or gray, framed by thick lashes. And her mouth—