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appealing that idea was. He wanted to know
if she'd keep up, never straying into a dismal and unforgiving
insult. It was a line neither had crossed and he doubted they
would. Some words couldn't be taken back. He and his ex had slung
plenty at each other before their relationship imploded. Reminded
of that, Dane did his best to beat back the attraction, because no
matter how appealing she was, Brooke reminded him too much of his
ex.
    He motioned to the gate between the front
yard and the back. “Come on, she-devil. Let's get through the rest
of the list.”
    “ Now you're using terms of
endearment. I am sure you think I'm pretty.”
    Of course he thought her sharp chin and
milk-chocolate brown eyes were beautiful, especially when her grin
turned mischievous. It usually did when she told him to fuck off in
the nicest way possible. That was the problem. Dane found her
unbearably attractive.
    If he scraped away their history, he'd have
wanted to place kisses on her neck, collarbone and then lower. And
lower. Until he suckled her and then he could hear her voice turn
husky as she moaned. In moments like this, he knew she wanted him
to do the same.
    But what were Brooke's
reminders to keep her hands to herself? He
knew she hadn't grown up here. In the past year no family had
visited her. And he'd seen her with her friends. She was warm, kind
and fiercely loyal to them. Today he'd seen glimpses of that woman,
and he wanted to know more.
    Fuck . So instead of denying the obvious—he'd found her more than
pretty—Dane motioned for her to go first through the
gate.
    Brooke seemed to put a little bit extra in
the switch in her hips when she walked. The motion drew his gaze
down to her ass and nowhere else. About halfway to the front, she
glanced over her shoulder with a grin, proving his suspicion.
    Yeah. She wanted him to look at her ass, and
that was different and new for them.
    Dane knew he should have felt wary or
cautious, but her smile was more alluring than her ass. He was
doomed.
    *****
    Brooke couldn't say no when Peyton asked her
to lend an extra hand at The Grog Monster. Later that night,
practically everyone in Tanner Creek was there. That didn't count
the travelers and truck drivers stopping for the night.
    The hardwood floors complimented the leather
booths accentuated with silver buttons. Chalkboards covered the
walls, listing the drinks, and some had funny sayings. Small town
bar or not, it was rustic and elegant. Being so close to the
weekend, there was no wonder they were busy. The bar was loud, but
in spite of the distractions, Brooke finished fulfilling one last
order of beer before facing Peyton.
    Her friend's brunette strands were tucked
away in a ponytail. Peyton’s cheeks had a rosy glow. Her brown eyes
were filled with mischief. She looked undeniably happy, and that
was part of the reason Brooke hadn’t been able to say no. Her
friend was in love with Tate Briggs, the local handyman, and being
around Peyton left Brooke happy, too.
    But there were more important things for
them to talk about tonight than love and happiness.
    “ I am denouncing my
friendship to Naomi,” Brooke said.
    Peyton scoffed and wiped down her section of
the bar's counter as she moved closer. “She told me. I'm so proud
of her.”
    She kind of expected that answer and bit
back the smile. “Really? You didn't hear what I just said. I'm
defriending her.”
    “ But you can't. It's not
the Internet, and you're not really that mad.”
    “ She's being meddlesome,
which makes her a hypocrite. Every night she likely goes to bed
sexually frustrated. She's sworn off men after her divorce. I've
sworn off Dane, but like most things, what is good for the gander
is not good for the goose.”
    Peyton blinked. “When did you first feel the
need to swear him off?”
    Dammit. She didn't want to talk about Dane.
She'd spent the day with him and had a surprisingly good time. Oh,
yeah, he found buttons to press as did she, but in between that
they