When they’d come out of the bathroom area together, a woman Seb didn’t know had called over to Via. Her face had lit with recognition. And as much as Seb wanted to completely dominate her entire night, keep her all to himself like a child with a Blow Pop, he nodded her off to greet her friend. She’d taken one step and turned back, looking over her shoulder in a way that had damn near brought him to his knees. If he’d had a pencil in his mouth, he would have chattered it down to a toothpick. That look she gave him, it was a little see you later promise.

She’d gone and mingled, and so had he. And now she was sitting much too far away.

Her eyes glanced over at his and ricocheted away immediately, her cheeks going a deeper pink than he’d ever seen before. He realized that his heart must be in his eyes. He must look like he was thinking very dirty thoughts.

Seb attempted to be a little more discreet. He tried to fix his face and look generically out at the crowd of people who were dancing to the cocktail hour DJ’s Motown mix. But his eyes went back to her. He dragged them away. They went back to her. Again and again.

This went on for about fifteen minutes before Cat leaned over and nudged him hard in the shoulder.

“You better put a condom on those eyes, Sebastian.”

“Excuse me?” He jolted at her words.

“Either you wear a rubber on those eyes of yours, or you’re about to get Miss DeRosa pregnant from twenty paces.”

Sebastian, extremely aware that he was talking to his son’s second-grade teacher right now, had the humility to look pretty chagrined. He dragged a hand over his face and tried to wipe the dirty sex thoughts off of it. “That obvious, huh?”

Cat raised an eyebrow and her glass of champagne to her lips. “About as subtle as a jackhammer.”

“She looks really, really beautiful. I’m, ah, having trouble keeping my eyes to myself.”

Cat clapped her mouth closed, like she was stopping herself from saying something.

Sebastian rolled his hand through the air like, spit it out.

Cat leaned forward. “Seb, she’s making that same face right back at you. Ah! There’s my husband. He couldn’t make it in time for the ceremony, but now that he’s here, I’m going to get horribly drunk and do illegal things to him.”

She slapped Seb hard on the shoulder and rose. He wondered vaguely if other parents had this kind of relationship with their children’s educators. Probably not.

Seb felt a light heat on the side of his face and looked up fast enough to catch Via unawares. Sure enough, she was watching him. And the look on her face was...very inappropriate. In fact, she was looking at him like she was trying to get him pregnant at twenty paces. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath and lifted his chin up once, as if to say, Come over here.