Stacia asked Pace in the kitchen as she watched their condo fill up to the brim and spill out into the backyard. Pace shrugged, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Everyone and their friends.” Stacia huffed and prayed she could get through the night without having to kick too many overly enthusiastic drunks out of her bedroom. Pace’s hand skimmed the side of the very hot black dress Bryna had insisted on purchasing for her earlier that afternoon. “There’s not going to be enough room,” Stacia insisted. His hand moved lower to her hip, and she tensed. He leaned closer to her, and in full view of the rest of the party, he fingered the hem of the ultra minidress. “I could send them all home.” She didn’t dare look up at him. She didn’t trust herself. “And ruin your back-to-school party as the starting QB?” “I can think of much better things to do.” He trailed his finger from her outer thigh all the way to her inner thigh. She jumped and moved away from him.
