Page 21 of Wish You Were Mine

“Yeah, yeah.”

My eyes found Summer again. Grace and Nate were with her, but I barely noticed either of them, my attention consumed by the tight gold dress wrapped around her stunning little body.

The neckline rode low over her breasts, exposing cleavage and collarbones, and the skirt only fell to mid-thigh, revealing tanned legs that seemed to go on forever thanks to the high-heeled black boots she wore.

Holy fucking shit.

I blinked a few times, but the gorgeous mirage didn’t disappear.

“Wow,” Darcy breathed.

Liam shoved his shoulder. “Don’t undress my baby sister with your eyes.”

Guilt soured in my stomach, and I snapped my gaze away from Summer.

That’s right. There were reasons I hadn’t already claimed her. Firstly, she might not even want me. Secondly, she was my best friend’s sister. And thirdly, I wasn’t the stable, predictable Mr. Right she deserved. The fact she’d opted for a dress more suited to clubbing than the jeans or sundresses she usually preferred didn’t give me any excuse to ogle her.

“I’m not,” Darcy protested. “She’s pretty, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Too old for you,” I reminded him.

Not too old for me, though.

I ignored the rogue thought. It didn’t matter that I was more than happy—and ready—to settle down. She was Liam’s baby sister—a sassy, impulsive woman who would be better off with a steady man who could balance her out. She and I were like a fire and gasoline.

A bad idea.

Nate joined us, and when I glanced over, I saw that Grace and Summer were chatting with Heather and Kennedy at the bar. We were officially here to celebrate the pregnancy, although it wasn’t a baby shower. That would come later. This was just an excuse for Eugene to throw a party.

“I’m glad we’ve already done all the baby parties,” Nate said, gesturing for Bailey to bring him a beer. “I’m more than happy for it to be someone else’s turn.”

Liam chuckled. “You think you’re through it all? Just wait until the birth.”

“Nope.” Nate held up one of his fingers. “I made Mum promise. No parties, and no massive family gatherings until they’re at least a month old. “There’s no need to put either Grace or our child through that.”

Liam laughed. “Good luck with that.”

“What do you mean? I—”

The music suddenly got louder, and Nate stopped talking midstream. I looked around to see that a few people had started dancing in the area of the pub that Eugene had cleared to serve as a dance floor.

Bailey brought Nate’s beer over and I watched her return to the bar, snag Summer’s hand, and pull her onto the dance floor. They bounced and spun together, both laughing.

Damn, Summer’s smile was gorgeous.

Kennedy joined them, and they all held hands and swayed to the beat.

“Are you going to dance with them?” I asked Liam, who was gazing at Kennedy fondly.

“Maybe later, but I have two left feet. No one needs to see that until they’re a few drinks in.”

I shot him a look. “Kennedy isn’t drinking, is she?”

He snorted. “Hardly. She’s having those virgin cocktails that Bailey has been making for Grace the past few months. All fruit juice and sugar, so I don’t need to worry about her getting drunk, just sugar high.”

Bailey disconnected from the group and went to the bar, where Eugene had been inundated with orders.

Darcy stood and wiped his hands on the front of his dark jeans. “Well, even if none of you are dancing, I am.”

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