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well, she had Jessie Kay, who would self-destruct without her.

      Well, self-destruct faster.

      Kenna led her through an overcrowded game room, where people hovered around a massive, elaborately carved pool table set in the frame of an old car, but no one actually played the game. Probably because a plastic sign hung from an aged chandelier, right over the center of the felt. Touch And Regret.

      Another door led to a spacious kitchen. Though the walls were atrocious with an even uglier, darker yellow paper, the appliances were stainless steel and clearly fresh from the factory, the counters a lovely cream-and-rose marble. Someone had done some work in here, and her heart pinged with envy. My dream kitchen in progress.

      Kenna stopped and waved her arm toward the sink...where Brook Lynn spotted West. He was in the middle of a conversation with a man she’d never met.

      “I’ve got this,” she told her friend.

      Kenna cupped her cheeks in an effort to gain her full attention. “You sure?”

      “Very. Go back to Dane before he starts hunting for you.” Dane Michaelson, once the most sought-after bachelor in town, was now the reason Kenna breathed.

      “I happen to like when he hunts me,” Kenna said, wiggling her brows. “Think Animal Planet goes wild.”

      “You make me sick. You know that, right?”

      “Don’t be jelly. Your time is coming.” Kenna kissed her forehead before taking off.

      Brook Lynn’s time wasn’t even close to coming. She had zero prospects. And with that depressing thought, she focused on her quarry. As usual, the sight of West arrested her, even in profile. Not because she was attracted to him—she wasn’t—but because, on top of that ultrafine body he liked to boast about, he had a face worthy of decorating the most beloved romance-novel cover. With his shaggy dark hair and piercing, soulful eyes, every unattached female in town was ready to throw herself at him—and many already had. But though he was nice, even charming and supersmart, he could have been standing in a full swatch of sunlight, and darkness still would have clung to him.

      She did not need another fixer-upper in her life, and there was no question the guy would require work.

      According to Kenna, whose fiancé had the inside tract, West allowed himself to date one woman per year, for two months. No more, no less. When the clock zeroed out, he dumped the poor, dear thing for some reason or other that sounded purely made up and never spoke to her again.

      How crazy was that?

      The guy with West was just as spectacular in appearance, maybe more so. Masculine and muscular, yet almost pretty. His eyes were a perfect honey gold, though his hair couldn’t decide between blond and brown. Not that it mattered. The different colors blended together in beautiful harmony. Even his eyelashes started out black before curling into golden tips.

      Brook Lynn read their lips to the best of her ability, considering they weren’t looking directly at her and she didn’t know their speech patterns, picking up snippets of their conversation and filling in the rest.

      “It’s only been six months,” Honey-gold said.

      “Yes, and I want him to survive the next six,” West said. “This is going to cause problems.”

      “Not with me.”

      West glared at his friend.

      “What? What’d I say that’s so bad?”

      “The fact that you don’t know makes it worse.”

      West and Dane were working on some kind of project together, which meant Kenna, who was never far from Dane’s side, and Brook Lynn, who spent what little free time she had with her best friend, had interacted with him more than anyone else in town. A few days ago, she’d asked him flat out why a guy who so obviously enjoyed the fast-paced city lifestyle had moved here—other than it being the greatest place on earth, of course. He’d merely turned on the charm, saying, “Why, to make all your dreams come true. You’re welcome.”

      And now she had to try to get straight answers out of him. Peachy.

      Determined, she walked over and tapped West on the shoulder.

      He focused on her, a rebuke clearly poised at the edge of his tongue. When her identity clicked, he switched gears and grinned in welcome. “Well, well. If it isn’t the girl I want by my side if ever zombies attack.”

      “When they attack,” she corrected. It was only a matter of time. And yes, she was one of those people. A believer. “Where’s Jessie Kay?”

      The two men shared a look before Honey-gold took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Beck, and if you’ll give me thirty minutes of your time, I’ll make you forget your friend and most assuredly your name.”

      Ah. The infamous Beck. Number two of the bachelors three. “Jessie Kay is my older sister, so I won’t be forgetting her, I promise you. But if you seriously possess the skill to make me forget my name, I swear I’ll find a way to marry you. Still interested in a hookup?”

      Something akin to panic flashed over his features, though he managed to mask it quickly. “Forever with a beauty like you?” he said in the same easy tone. “You’re only whetting my appetite, darling.”

      Women fall for that? Really? She focused on West—before she gave in to the temptation to teach Beck a lesson he’d never forget. “Where is she?”

      West pushed out a breath. “You sure you want to know?”

      She dropped her chin to her chest, her gaze staying on him and narrowing. “This conversation is fixing to start annoying me.”

      Beck chuckled. “Fixing to start?”

      “Something they love to say here. Just go with it.” West frowned and said to Brook Lynn, “You do realize I’ll be breaking all kinds of bro-code rules if I tell you.”

      “Better you break the rules than I break your face.”

      “Fair enough.” Looking suddenly and inexplicably irate, he said, “She’s in Jase’s bedroom.”

      Jase, their other friend? Jessie Kay had turned her sights from Beck to him? Meaning Charlene Burns hadn’t been blowing smoke. Great! “Where is Jase’s bedroom?”

      “Third door on the right,” West said, even pointed.

      Beck slugged him in the arm. “Dude. What if they’re still busy?”

      Busy? As in exactly what she suspected?

      A tightness came over West’s features but he shrugged. “Her corneas will burn, but they’ll heal.”

      “Dude,” Beck said again. “There is such a thing as privacy.”

      Leaving the pair to their argument, she stalked out of the kitchen and down a hallway. The couples who’d migrated this way were pressed against the walls, making out, so no one noticed her. She came to the correct door and prepared to knock, announcing her presence...only to hesitate. If Jessie Kay was totally tee-rashed, the guy was taking advantage of her, and if Brook Lynn gave him any warning, he would stop whatever crime he was committing and hide the evidence. He needed to be caught red-handed.

      Then again, if she walked in and interrupted two consenting adults while they were getting “busy,” her corneas would indeed be burned.

      What was more important? Her sister or her eyes?

      Okay, then. Decision made.

      Brook Lynn turned the knob. Or would have, if it hadn’t held steady. Dang it! Locked out.

      Well, too bad for Mr. Hand-in-the-Cookie-Jar. A lock wasn’t actually a problem for her. Brook Lynn’s con man of an uncle had taught her how to pick anything with a tumbler. And hustle at pool. And cheat at poker. He’d

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