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recognize him at all.
    I elbowed Elle’s side. “Who’s that guy?” I demanded, gesturing across the fire when he’d finally looked elsewhere. He must have still been watching me out of the corner of his eye, because his smile grew when I pointed in his direction.
    Elle looked up, squinting. “That’s Ezra’s cousin. I think his name is Chris or something.”
    “He’s not from around here,” I pointed out.
    “I know.” Elle grinned, shoving me playfully with her shoulder. “I think he’s here for the rodeo. Why the interest? Do you like him?”
    I squinted again, trying to get a closer look. Chris was…average looking. Brown hair, average face, average build. Nothing about him stood out except maybe his clothes. He didn’t dress like the guys from around here. Guys from Parry Sound wore blue jeans, plaid shirts, and camo. Chris was dressed in DC from head to toe.
    I wrinkled my nose. “No, not my thing.” I couldn’t help but think of Brock. I searched the crowd, finally spotting him standing with Braden, taking slow sips of his beer while they inspected the new tires Peter O’Connor had put on his 1976 Bronco.
    “Is anyone ever your thing?” Elle sighed, her voice pulling my gaze away from Brock’s tall form. She rolled her eyes at me and smirked; she’d caught exactly where I’d been looking. Before I could respond, Elle was nudging me again. She pointed to the back of Ezra’s truck, where Krista and Joanna were trying to climb up. Ezra took pity on their level of intoxication and helped them up, shaking his head ruefully. It was common knowledge that Ezra had a thing for Krista. It was definitely evident in the way his hand lingered on the back pocket of her shorts for a fraction of a second too long.
    I remained beside Elle on the log, watching as Krista and Joanna danced in the bed of Ezra’s truck. They were belting out the lyrics to Florida Georgia Line’s “Sippin on Fire”, completely off key. Guys were hooting, acting like they were Nashville stars. Elle and I looked at one another and exploded into a fit of giggles.
    Then “Somethin’ Bad” by Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood came on, and Elle’s laugh faded away. She gave me a knowing look before she grabbed a hold of my hand and yanked me up. “Oh hell no, Elle!” I told her, laughing harder while I shook my head. I was smiling so much that my cheeks actually hurt.
    “Yes, hell yes,” Elle corrected, waving a finger at me with a devilish grin. “This is our song, and we’re actually pretty good at singing it,” she pointed out with a wink. I knew that Elle was drunk, and I was pretty gone myself. I knew that I was having fun and I didn’t want to stop, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t fishing for some attention from a certain dark and mysterious guy who evoked strange sensations in the pit of my belly. I caught Brock’s eye as I followed Elle towards the truck. The way he looked at me set me on fire. It was so intense I had to turn away, suddenly regretting my decision to follow Elle.
    It was too late to back out now; Elle wouldn’t hear of it even if I wanted to. Krista and Joanna helped pull us up. “Don’t you dare change that, Braden!” Elle shouted, seeing Braden moving towards the speakers. He stopped, raising his beer in surrender, a smirk upon his lips.
    Elle threw her arm around my shoulders and gave me an encouraging wink before she started to sing. Elle and I were quite good at singing; we could carry a tune and harmonize together after years of singing into hair brushes in her bedroom during sleepovers. I joined in confidently, along with Krista and Joanna on my left. I had no idea what we sounded like with them, but I didn’t care. Everyone else was having a blast, singing along and grinning like they were at an actual concert, not at some bush party with a bunch of drunk girls.
    And Brock’s eyes. They were fixed on me the entire time, a gentle smile playing on those thick lips. His eyes