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talking.”
    Giving him damn good blank face, Carrie met his eyes. “We’re usually talking. Your point? Why did you stop? We need to get back to the shop, just in case—”
    “Look, you’re pretending nothing happened. Ben is pretending nothing is happening. I’m the only one looking at the pink elephant and calling it lust. You wanna quit hiding how you feel and say it or do you want to pretend nothing changed at that party? I’m willing to play it whichever way makes you happy.”
    Clearing her throat, she looked away, deer caught in the headlights all over her pretty face. “Which party?” She blinked at him, her attempt at feigned ignorance failing miserably.
    Punching the steering wheel, he groaned. “You two drove me crazy when we were kids. Do you remember the time you pretended not to care when you fell out of that tree and broke your arm and he pretended it was okay, to keep you calm? You’re both still pretending now and you still suck at it. I’m not good at the hiding my feelings stuff, so I’m going to say what I have to, and you can decide what you want to share after that, okay?”
    Plucking at her pants, she refused to meet his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t know what you’re—”
    “Don’t.” He cut her off and finally her baby blues met his gaze. “Don’t lie to me. Whatever else comes of this, we’ve never lied to each other. Let’s not start this late in the game.”
    She bit her lip and looked away again. “Okay.”
    Blowing out a breath, he spoke to the back of her head, since she still wasn’t looking at him. “I’ve been attracted to you for a while. I don’t think I realized how much until that night at the party when they chanted ‘kiss’. I wanted to kiss you, to touch you, and Freddie was a good excuse. Once I had a taste of you, I wanted more. I can’t unfeel how it felt to have you moving, turned on, in my arms. You can try to tell me it’s not bugging you still, but you can’t pretend it was booze that had you turned on. I know you. You were into it.”
    Her pale hand finally raised, nails trimmed back for work and free of any polish. “I didn’t say anything, Grady.”
    “Okay.” He waited. “Well, anyway, I still want you. I think about it all the time. Do you feel anything?” He’d known her long enough to recognize the conflict reflected in her gaze. “Do you want both of us?” For some reason, he held his breath once he asked. It didn’t occur to him until he’d asked how much the question meant to him.
    If she only wants one of us—No. She was theirs. She’d always been theirs . He wasn’t entirely sure he could be okay with her picking only Ben, nor was he sure he could resist her if she said she only wanted him.
    “It’s a moot point, Grady. We’re together every day. We’re grown-ups. We can admit that sexual attraction happens. It doesn’t mean—”
    He breathed out on a whoosh. “I told you not to lie to me.”
    She caught her lip in her teeth again, and he stopped resisting.
    Covering her mouth with his, he tangled their tongues, catching her head to change the angle. Her moan hit him in the gut and his dick twitched in happy response. She tasted like springtime, her soft body under his hands even more irresistible than he’d remembered.
    “Wait!” Pulling away, she braced a hand on his chest. “You’re right. We should talk. All of us. We shouldn’t have pretended this long.”
    The concession didn’t rank high on his list of things to do right then. Not when his hands could be parting her blouse, holding those beautiful breasts.
    “So, you both come over to my place after work. I’ll get us some dinner—”
    He snorted. “You mean to say, you’ll call for Chinese takeout?”
    Her smile broke the tension snapping in his chest, allowing him to breathe past wanting her. “Yeah. So what? I’ve told you guys, I cook all damn day. The last thing I want to do when I’m off work is—”
    “Slave in a kitchen.” He turned