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“You are ridiculous.” Her voice was soft.


A long moment stretched out between us and then with a heavy, obviously annoyed sigh, she walked to the bed and sat by my legs. “Happy now?”

“Nope.” Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and tugged her down beside me before she could do anything. “Now I’m happy.”

Part of me expected Andrea to pull away and bounce off the bed, but she did neither, and I took that as a positive sign. When her pink lips parted on a soft inhale, the need to taste those lips punched through me hard—a real kiss, not one she’d forget. It shocked me, the power behind that desire. I didn’t get it, but I didn’t want to question it in that moment. She was close. She smelled damn good. And we weren’t at each other’s throats.

“What did you want to tell me?” she asked.

My gaze followed the shape of her lips. “I didn’t want to tell you anything. I wanted to ask you something.”

The corners of her lips twitched as if she were fighting a smile. “What did you want to ask me?”

Our faces were inches apart when I looked up. “What are you making me for dinner?”

Andrea blinked and then she laughed—loudly and deeply, an infectious and rich laugh that warmed my skin. “I’m going to make these hamburgers I saw on Kitchen Nightmares. They used minced onions, breadcrumbs, and more. They’re really good.”

Ah, fuck me, another thing that was cute. She got recipes off of a reality TV show. “I’ll grill them.”

“You might have to fight Kyler for control of the grill.”

“I can take him.” Her top slipped down her arm, revealing the pale blue strap of her bra. I reached between us, slipping my finger under the edge of her tank top. As I drew it back up her shoulder, the backs of my fingers glided over her skin, causing her chest to rise with a deep breath.

Her eyes widened, and I swallowed a groan when the tip of her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip. Neither of us spoke as I straightened her top. Emboldened by the lack of protest, I trailed my hand down her arm, reveling in the feel of her skin. I stopped where her hand rested on her hip.

“What…what are you doing, Tanner?” she asked again.

Such an important question, but truth was, I really didn’t know, because it wasn’t about what I was doing right that second. It was more than that, and as I’d realized earlier, something had shifted between Friday and today, and I really wasn’t sure what the fuck that meant or why or any of that.

So I smacked her ass.

Seemed legit.

A shriek squeaked out of her as she jerked into a sitting position. The cutest damn glare fixed over her features. There it was again, the word cute. “You mother—”

“No, Andy, I’ll be a father one day. I’m a boy. You’re a girl.” Rolling off the bed, I hopped to my feet and cast a grin in her direction. “But right now, I’m going to go check out this pool I haven’t seen yet.”

For a moment she didn’t move or speak, and I wasn’t sure she was even breathing, but then she flopped onto her back. Raising one arm, she extended her middle finger.

I laughed.

Chapter 6


The hamburgers were chilling in the fridge, gussied up and ready to go on the grill later, and I’d taken my time getting them set. Everyone was out in the pool, and I was hovering in the kitchen, wasting time watching the local news on TV, and the only thing I discovered was that someone had spray-painted a mustache on some statue in some town I’d never heard of.

Breaking news around these parts.

I moved to the kitchen door, nursing a bottle of hard lemonade. From my vantage point, I could see everyone. The deck connected to the pool in a very interesting design, with a wide bridge connecting the main deck to the pool deck, which was at a lower level since the pool was an in-ground one. Having grown up with a rather large pool in the backyard, landscaped to mimic a rocky beach, I knew the owners had to have paid a pretty penny just for the deck and pool.

Syd and Kyler were on one side of the pool, trying to drown each other, or at least that was how it appeared to me. My gaze drifted to the left, and I swore under my breath.



My lips parted. There might’ve been drool forming, but I honestly didn’t think anyone would blame me for that.

Tanner currently looked like he was posing for a photo for one of those “hot guys” Tumblr pages, especially the one with the kittens. God, I loved the hot guys and kittens Tumblr page. Whoever came up with that page deserved an award—a lifetime achievement award.

His arms were braced behind him on the side of the pool. Muscles bunched in his shoulders, and his biceps were flexed. My gaze traveled over his broad, defined chest and the tightly packed abs that rested underwater. His head was thrown back against the ledge of the pool, face tipped up, and the sun kissed his cheeks and well-formed lips. He was grinning, a private smile that made me feel like he knew I was hiding in here, watching him like some kind of lovesick girl.

But I wasn’t lovesick.

And I was hiding.

Before I made the hamburgers, I’d changed into my bathing suit and had slipped my clothes back on over it. Why in the world I had thought it would be a good idea to wear a two-piece was beyond me. For some dumb-ass reason, I had reasoned that because it was black, it was slimming. Which was stupid, because honest to God there was truly no such thing as a slimming bathing suit no matter what the advertisements claimed.

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