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After the hundredth time, Trev's eyes were glued to my chest with that heated look in his eyes, I knew that my hopes for discretion went out the window. Unfortunately, this final time we were on our way over to the barbeque I let him talk me into going. “For God's sake, Trev," I spat out angrily as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I'm sorry, sweetheart," he apologized even though he didn't sound very sorry. “Yeah, right. How am I supposed to 'relax and have a good time' if I'm worried every person there will be staring at my chest?" I groaned. “It's not really that visible," he tried to reassure me. “Then why do you keep staring?" He gave me a mischievous smile and a wink but never actually answered the question. The barbecue was a blast once I began to relax. It was loud, crazy, a