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reached behind him and pulled out a large flashlight from his back pocket. “I’ve got this.”
    Greg narrowed his eyes at the man’s blatant bald-face lies. “I thought you said Olivia had the only lit candle.”
    “She does.” Jack waved the light from side to side. “This is a flashlight. Flashlight . Sheesh. To think they put you in charge of molding young minds.” With mock disgust, Jack headed down the hallway toward the living room, leaving Greg and Olivia alone at last.
    Greg shook his head. “I don’t get what you see in him.”
    “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said with a mysterious smile.
    Interest piqued, he wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up the candle. “Try me.”
    She looked at him over the flame and smiled. “He reminds me a lot of you. And you of him.”
    Startled, Greg jerked back so fast he caused the candle to flicker. “I’m nothing like him.”
    “Told you so,” she teased before disappearing into the hall.
    “You told me nothing, woman,” he said as he followed after her into the bedroom. “Nothing that makes sense. Mechanic Mike and I are nothing alike. Nothing.”
    Olivia shrugged. “It’s probably a girl thing. You’ll never understand.”
    “Understand what?” Jack asked as he entered the bedroom with an oversized duffle bag in his arms.
    Greg set the candle on the nightstand next to the side of the bed. “How the two of us are alike.” Just saying it aloud seemed wrong.
    “Ummm.” Jack set a bag on the bed. “We’re both men and we have dicks.”
    “Apparently there’s more.”
    Jack frowned. “Impossible.”
    Greg held his hand out in a sweeping gesture. “See, even he agrees.”
    “Neither of you have to see it.” Olivia climbed on the bed and folded her legs beneath her. “I do.”
    The storm must have her more out of sorts than he realized. Shaking his head, Greg picked up the sweatpants he’d laid over the bed and slipped them on. He didn’t bother with underwear. He just had to have the necessities to keep him dry and warm. He was about to do the same with his T-shirt when he spotted some of the items Jack was pulling from his own bag. “You came prepared.”
    “I was a Boy Scout.”
    “Of course you were.”
    “Our motto was ‘Be Prepared’. This is me being prepared. Two eight-hour, battery-run lanterns.” Jack promptly turned them on, bathing the room in much needed light. Olivia let out a pleased sound of joy as she took them from him and set them up, one on each nightstand. “I also have two propane lanterns. Candles. Matches. Lighters. Water, granola and energy bras, and the pièce de résistance — two decks of cards and a board game.”
    “Impressive,” Greg said as he pulled on his T-shirt. “A bit of overkill, but impressive just the same.”
    Jack left the bag open and set it on the floor. “And what did you bring to the little party?”
    “The only thing that mattered. Myself.” Greg leaned over and blew out the candle. When he was done he faced Jack again. “I came to here to be with Olivia, not set up a bunker for the second coming.”
    Jack smirked. “Those who can, do, and those who can’t, show up in a suit in the rain.”
    “You know,” Olivia’s sharp tone brought both men’s attention to her and from the displeased look on her face she wasn’t happy with either of them, “if the two of you keep this up, it’s just going to make the night longer.” The sudden sharp crack of thunder shook the rafters of the old house, and Olivia flinched and shuddered. “I can’t handle the two of you and the storm.”
    “Liv, darling.” Jack dropped his attitude and joined her on the bed, rubbing her arms. “It’s going to be long no matter what.”
    “Then why not play nice?” She sat back against the headboard and crossed her arms over her breasts, deftly putting herself out of Jack’s reach.
    “This is nice.”
    Finally, something Greg could agree with. “It could be worse.” He