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of sweat settled along the length of her spine. Sasha smiled, knowing that they were adults, and she needed to be in his life, because in all honesty she had been so damn lonely. This was Jonas Ashbury, one of her best friends who just happened to be the man she had been in love with years ago. But had her love really gone away? The kindling in her belly told her maybe her feelings for Jonas hadn’t dissipated, especially when she had this kind of physical reaction to him from a simple touching of hands.
    “Okay, I’d like that.” He gave her a little squeeze and led her over to Rian. Her brother looked up, did a double-take when he saw them holding hands, grinned, and stood. Michelle huffed in annoyance at the fact she had been dismissed so quickly.
    “Damn, I haven’t seen the two of you together in too fucking long.”
    Sasha felt her cheeks heat because although Rian’s comment meant something innocent, she was thinking completely inappropriate thoughts.
    “Dude, shouldn’t you be building the McCain house?” Rian went on. He and Jonas embraced quickly, and they all took their seats.
    “You’re a damn slave-driver, man,” Jonas said, and the guys started laughing. Sasha looked between them in confusion. Michelle came back with their beers. “I’ll take whatever you have on draft, thanks,” Jonas ordered and looked at her. She ordered a bottle of beer, and silence fell over the table.
    “Am I missing something?” she asked.
      They both looked at her. “Well, I like the flavor of a draft beer as opposed to a bottle or can.” Jonas smirked from his clear sarcasm, and she narrowed her eyes.
    “I mean, what’s with calling Rian a slave-driver. It almost sounds like he’s your boss.” Neither said anything, and it clicked into place. “Rian’s your boss?” She was confused as hell.
    “If you ever asked about the shit that was going on back home I would have told you I hired Jonas as my foreman.” She knew she got redder at Rian’s words, because he was right. She had avoided any and all subject matter when it came to Hayven Hill because she connected home with the Ashbury twins.
    “So, Master’s degree, yeah?” Thank God for Jonas and his unparalleled ability to change the subject.
    Sasha took a drink of her beer and set the bottle back on the table. “Yeah. It took a lot of work, but I’m glad it’s behind me and I can actually start helping people.”
    Jonas nodded, and Rian’s gaze was back on Michelle, who was currently bent over the bar. Her skirt was ridiculously short, so tiny that Sasha would see the crease where the cheeks of her ass met her thighs.
    “Foreman, huh?”
    Jonas leaned back in the chair and threw his arm over the back of it. God, she had forgotten how attractive he was, well, not really, but he was older now, matured and rough around the edges. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and the tanned, smooth flesh of his chest was visible. His muscular biceps strained against his shirt, and the arousal she thought had been buried deep inside of her rose to the surface.
    “Yeah. Graduated with a degree in business, so when this asshole asked me to work part-time as his foreman and the rest of the time keeping his books, I decided to grace him with my expertise.”
    Rian flipped him off, but it was all in good humor. It really was like old times with the two of them messing around with each other. The only thing missing was Tanner. The urge to ask about Tanner was poised at the tip of her tongue.
    Instead, she said, “That is really great.” She looked down at her bottle and started pulling at the label. It came off easily enough due to the condensation, but now she had a little pile of moist paper in front of her. A glance up showed Rian still otherwise occupied staring at Michelle’s ass, but Jonas’s sole focus was on her. It wasn’t just any look. It was an expression she remembered Tanner giving her all those years ago as he pressed her against the