Dianna ran her hands down the skirt of her dress to smooth it…not to smooth it, but to wipe her sweaty hands. Who was she kidding? She was trying to be cool. She was not cool.

     A warm arm circled her waist and pulled her back against an equally warm chest. She breathed in Jack’s familiar scent and closed her eyes for a moment.

     “You okay?” he whispered into her ear before kissing her neck just below.

     “Nope,” she whispered back. “I’m freaking out.”

     He wrapped his other arm around her and tugged her closer. She let herself lean on him, stealing his strength, or if not exactly stealing it,...