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least she’d finally managed to get over Freddie, but at what cost?
    She could pretend not to notice the way Ben grew out of his nerdy phase and into a sleek man, all dark-haired and gorgeous. She could pretend Grady didn’t still have shoulders big enough to span a river and that his hair didn’t look like burnished gold under the florescent lights.
    The hard part, since that night, was not looking at the outline of their cocks in their jeans and wondering what it would be like with them. Wondering what might have happened if she’d stayed…just imagining.
    Dammit.

Chapter Three
    The white boxes sat on the back seat of the car, looking crisp and marked with the shining purple logo Grady had created for them a few years back. Looking at it with pride, Carrie turned and almost ran into Ben as he joined her on the sidewalk. Catching her breath, she asked him, “Do you have the invoice?”
    “Do I ever forget stuff like that? I think you’re mistaking me with blondie over there.” Waggling his brows at Grady, Ben handed over the slip with a tender and familiar smile.
    “Okay, you’re in charge. He’s coming with me to haul. We’ll be out about an hour, but I’ve got extra éclairs in the back fridge. You know we always do really well with those on Mondays.”
    “Yes, little mother. I can run the store. Off with you. Go deliver smiles.” He pecked her cheek, but she noticed he seemed to stay close for a moment longer than normal.
    Stupid. It was all in her head. She projected her own newly awakened desire onto them, which wasn’t fair. Spinning, she yanked open the passenger side door and waited for Grady to join her. His hand slid over the gearshift and she closed her eyes, trying to reprogram her brain not to notice the blunt length of his fingers and imagine how they would feel streaking across her all-too-willing flesh.
    In the car, the scent of him didn’t get overwhelmed by the sweetness of the shop. Male, a blend of leather and soap seemed to roll off him. He smelled good enough to take a bite out of.
    With her eyes closed, it dragged up the memory of that smell closing around her.
    Drunk. She’d gotten so drunk that night. She’d tried to drown her sorrows and created an even bigger problem. She should feel guilty for lusting after her best friends, and did most of the time, except when she was alone at night and made matters even worse by jilling off to the idea of them wrapped around her like a blanket of man. Sighing, Carrie rested her head against the glass of the car door, ordering herself to forget it. Shifting at the heat that pooled at the memory, she rubbed her hands on her arms as if to remove the over-sensitized feeling from her skin.
    “You cold?” Grady’s voice sounded concerned and she met his eyes. The hazel tint of them today leaned toward green and she resisted the temptation to brush a lock of his gold hair from his eyes.
    “No, I’m fine.” The words sounded choked. She could hear it.
    Silence filled the car, awkward with the words they weren’t saying.
    Sucking in a wobbly breath, she stuffed down the feelings. The vehicle slowed as he turned into the school parking lot. As soon as the car came to a stop, she hopped out, fleeing the conversation they weren’t having.
    “You grab the boxes. Meet you in the auditorium!” She squeaked the words and caught a glimpse of the knowing look on his face.
    Running from it, and the feelings, she pasted on a smile and went to charge a school for some treats.
    Grady looked across the car at her as she huddled against the window, practically pinned to the door to stay away from him and not cross the invisible barrier between them. In all the years they’d stuck by each other, awkwardness never sucked the life from their chats. Carrie listened when his heart broke and when he touched the moon with happiness. Never silence, though.
    Pulling over onto a dirt road, he slammed the car into park in an oil well driveway. “We’re