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around and Kyla’s eyes opened. She stared up at them all blankly. “What…” she croaked. “What happened?”
    “You fainted, honey,” Jenn said. “Help her sit up, Tag. Push her head between her knees.”
    Tag helped her sit. He couldn’t help but notice how her white shirt tightened across her breasts, how the buttons were undone low enough to see cleavage, and how her skirt had ridden up on her thighs, revealing spectacular legs.
    “I’m okay,” Kyla murmured, sounding dazed. With gentle pressure on the back of her silky head, he pushed her forward. “I can’t really…do this…in this skirt.”
    No kidding. From where he knelt, Tag glimpsed red panties. He swallowed.
    “Someone carry her up onto the deck,” Jenn ordered. “Scott, you do it.”
    “Carry her!” Scott protested. “She’ll break my back.”
    Tag snorted. Kyla looked like she weighed next to nothing, though she did have some nice curves on her. Scott was joking, of course. “Wuss,” Tag said to Scott, lifting Kyla easily into his arms and carrying her up the five steps to the deck. He lowered her to the lounge chair where her mom had just been sitting.
    “Oh my god,” Kyla groaned. “I can’t believe this.” She put her hands to her still-pale cheeks.
    “How do you feel, honey?” Jenn hovered beside her. “Hot? Dizzy?”
    “Yes,” Kyla whispered. She closed her eyes. “I was so dizzy. I couldn’t breathe and I just got…lightheaded.”
    “You probably haven’t eaten today, have you?” Jenn scolded, smoothing Kyla’s hair back and laying a hand on her forehead.
    “I did eat,” Kyla protested feebly. “Um…I think.”
    “Oh lord,” Jenn said. “I knew you were working too hard.”
    “I’m okay, Mom.”
    Tag shook his head and found the beer he’d left sitting on the wooden railing. She didn’t look okay. She looked like she was ready to puke. What the hell?
    “You’re not okay,” Jenn said crossly.
    “Mom. Leave it alone right now. Okay?”
    Tag didn’t blame Kyla for not wanting to discuss her little health issues or whatever was going on with her in front of the whole crowd.
    “Why are you here, honey?” Jenn asked. “I thought you couldn’t come.”
    “I changed my mind.” Kyla’s eyes closed again, her head leaning back into the thick cushion of the chair. “I rearranged my schedule. I’m staying all week.”
    “Well, I’m happy about that,” Jenn said. “But lord, you gave us a scare there.” She looked around at everyone and gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry, folks.”
    “No need to apologize,” Tag murmured, and everyone else assented.
    “You remember everyone, of course,” Jenn continued. “Tag and Logan and Jase and Matt.”
    “Yes.” A smile whispered across her pretty lips. “Hi, guys. Long time no see.”
    One corner of Tag’s mouth tipped up. “Nice entrance, Mac,” he said, calling her the nickname she’d insisted they use as kids. She’d tried so hard to be a tomboy. Never really pulled it off—it had been kind of funny. But cute.
    She opened her eyes and focused on him. “Thanks.” Their eyes met and held.
    It had been a long time. Over ten years. Maybe twelve. Oh, they’d seen each other the odd brief time since then, Christmases when he’d been home. But the last summer they’d spent any time together he’d been…what? Nineteen? And her, eighteen? That would probably be about right. As a younger teenager, she’d followed him and his brother and her brothers around. He might’ve thought she had a crush on them—maybe even on him—except she’d grown up with them like a sister and had always wanted to be one of the boys.
    But then one summer, things had changed. She’d no longer followed him, except with her eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking. In fact, she’d tried to avoid him.
    It had been sexual tension, pure and animal and hot, and he’d felt it for her too. But she was like a little sister to him, and holy crap, both her brothers would