friend succeeded in hooking up with Tracy.
Dean picked up the pace, wanting to get back to Violet and see her reaction to the wine. As they came down the grass, Dean saw that her pint-sized admirer was back, pushing his way between Tracy and Violet as they danced. When she caught sight of Dean, Violet appeared relieved, almost happy to see him. His reaction to that glow of joy was unsettling. It was as if her warm gaze was pulling him to her by an invisible rope and he was powerless to resist.
When he finally broke through the crowd, he held out the cup of wine to her. âSince youâre not really a fan of beer.â
Her smile flashed so big and bright, it nearly blinded him. âThat was very considerate of you.â
âIâm a considerate guy.â
She didnât comment as she took the wine; she just kept smiling.
The short dude glanced between them and held his hand out to Dean. âIâm Robert.â
âDean.â The guy actually tried to squeeze Deanâs hand harder than necessary, and Dean resisted the urge to crush the soft, dainty fingers in his.
âHow do you know Violet?â Robert pulled his hand back and flexed it as if Dean had hurt him.
Little pussy.
Dean opened his mouth to answer, but Violet jumped in by taking his hand. âDean and I have a friends-with-benefits thing going on.â
Deanâs mouth hung open for half a second, then snapped shut as Robertâs expression shuttered and his lips thinned.
âI see. You didnât mention you were seeing anyone before,â he said.
âHonestly, we donât really tell anyone. Like I said, weâre casual. It works really well, since weâre both so busy,â Violet lied smoothly, impressing Dean further. Of all the things she could have said to run Robert off, heâd have never suspected sheâd be bold enough for this.
Then again, she had pointed out that he had judged her too quickly and had no idea what she was capable of.
âWell, I donât want to intrude, so Iâll catch up to my group. Nice to meet you.â
âYou, too,â Dean said to Robertâs back.
Tracy exploded into exaggerated giggles once Robert was gone. âOh my God, I almost died! I canât believe you said that to him.â
âNeither can I.â Dean held up their entwined hands with a raised eyebrow. âVery convincing, but I donât think casual FWBs hold hands.â
Violet pulled her hand from his and took a sip of wine before responding. âThank you for playing along.â
âWho says Iâm playing?â He spoke quietly, hoping that Tracy and Best wouldnât hear.
âWhat do you mean?â Her brown eyes widened, and she nibbled on her lip, the sight of her worrying the soft pink flesh turning him on like crazy.
Dean glanced over at Tracy and Best, who were dancing closely and ignoring them, before leaning down. âMaybe I am interested in something casual . . . with you.â
Chapter Five
V IOLET â S HEART THREATENED to pound right out of her chest. Sheâd been talking a big game, but could she really get involved with a guy she hardly knew . . . just for the sake of her hormones?
She definitely couldnât bring him back to her place. She had been fighting with Daisy for months about Daisy sneaking her loser boyfriend into the house when Violet was at work, and bringing someone home would just blow her reasoning all to hell. Despite the fact that Violet had raised Daisy, sheâd never let Violet forget that she was just her sister, not her mom. Still, Violet had never let her boyfriends stay over, not that there had been many, and she definitely wasnât going to bend the rules for a friends-with-benefits situation.
âDid I cross the line?â Deanâs breath warmed the shell of her ear, and her stomach clenched with lust. She really did love his voice, the deep tenor playing her like a guitar, pulling her