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smooch on the cheek. “I haven’t seen you in a pig’s years.”
    On one of the passes, Kristi caught Cam’s fierce expression. His hands were fisted at his side as though he was struggling to keep from punching someone.  
    When Drew finally put her down, Cassie hugged her as well, although it was a much more subdued offering. “How wonderful to see you.”
    Holt waved, but didn’t get up from the table and Bella, at the kitchen sink, shook her head. “I should have known that was your suitcase in the hall. And you left your plate on the table.” It was gone now. Along with the smattering of empties. At least Kristi hoped they’d been empty. She vaguely remembered them tumbling onto the table when Cam pressed her back in a frenzy of passion…
    Heat rose again. To cover her consternation, she snapped, “Sorry Mom .”  
    Seriously? Bella lecturing Kristi on being messy?  
    She was about to say something more—perhaps something even more acerbic, when Cam stepped in and saved her.
    “My fault. I dragged her downstairs for…a game of pool.” She was sure she was the only one to catch that little pause.  
    She tucked her hair behind her ear and took a seat at the table. He sat next to her, letting his thigh relax against hers.
    Great. More heat.
    “I’m so glad you came,” Cassie said with a grin that transformed her face from serene Asian goddess to mischievous minx. Her smoky brown eyes twinkled. “One more chick to even the numbers. Maybe we won’t have to watch stupid car races all weekend. You can bunk with me and Bella. We’re in the big room. It’ll be like a slumber party.”
    Holt groaned. “I’m right next door. There’ll probably be giggling all night long.”
    Cassie leaned into him and batted her lashes. “We’ll paint our toenails and talk about boys. You’re welcome to drop by. I’ll braid your hair.” She ran her fingers through the long dark locks he usually kept confined in a ponytail.
    “Ugh.” Holt sent a pleading look at the other men, mouthing “Save me.”
    Fortunately everyone was paying attention to their lighthearted repartee so no one noticed Kristi’s flinch when Cam rubbed his leg against hers under the table. She shot him a playful glare and he winked.  
    Drew dropped into the chair next to Holt and flipped open a beer. “I’m right there with you, brother.” He riffled his short blond spikes and glanced from Cam to Lane. “Unless one of you want to share your single?”  
    The two men—one who’d had the foresight to arrive first and snag the best room, and the other, who owned the house and therefore always got the master—shook their heads in tandem.
    Drew chuckled. “It was worth a shot.” He fixed his attention on Cassie. “Did you bring Big Bertha?”
    “No,” Cassie growled. It was no secret how much she hated being teased about Big Bertha. That’s probably why they did it every chance they got.  
    “Excellent.” Drew and Holt high-fived. “At least we won’t have to listen to her practice into the wee hours.”
    Kristi couldn’t hold her tongue. Not at this. “I love the cello, Cass. You can play for me anytime.”
    Cam sent a scorching glower at Drew, but Kristi knew it was completely in jest. When it came to teasing Cassie, Cam was one of the worst. “How dare you make fun of Big Bertha?”
    “Stop calling her that!”
    The guys all dissolved into laughter. Lane wheezed, “ Her . Did you hear? She called it her .”  
    Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and put out a lip. “Just for that, I will keep you up all night.”
    The banter continued, with everyone chiming in, but Kristi completely lost the thread of the conversation, because Cam brushed her knee. Then trailed higher, drawing a sizzling line up her thigh. Her mouth went dry. Her vision blurred. He inched closer. And closer. And closer.
    Had her clit ever thrummed that hard? That fast?
    Just when she thought he was going to do it, just when she thought he was going