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short oomph sounded from the person I’d just assaulted. I swung around, my apology dangling from my tongue before I caught sight of the person I’d whacked.
    “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to …” I sucked in a breath when a familiar pair of caramel colored eyes crinkled in amusement.
    “So is this how you get to the front of the lines? By knocking out all the competition?” His grin was addicting and I found myself smiling in return. “I gotta say, there are probably easier ways.”
    “Easier, yes. But not nearly as much fun,” I retorted. His gaze landed on my lips and I had to resist the sudden, nervous urge to lick them.
    “I very seriously doubt that,” he murmured. Someone close by cleared their throat and I snapped out of my moment of insanity. A set of brown eyes, a fraction of a shade darker than Matthew’s, were focused on me intently. The slightly younger version of Matthew was smiling at me. He was just as handsome as Matthew, but his sly grin and eyebrow piercing set him apart. He looked like he didn’t even have to look for trouble, it probably came banging on his door. He was just the type of guy I normally dated.
    “Who do we have here, big brother?” His voice was mocking, but his eyes told me he was seriously interested in finding out. The line moved up a bit and we all shuffled forward.
    “This is Jennifer Collins, she lives here in Salem.” Matthew motioned towards Jen.
    “Please call me Jen,” she replied graciously, holding out a hand.
    “And this is Beth Michaels. She just got back into town a few days ago.” Matt nodded in my direction and smiled. “Ladies, this is my younger, less good-looking brother, Hunter.” I held out my hand.
    “Nice to meet ya, Beth Michaels.” Hunter winked over at me and I’m pretty sure every woman within a hundred yard radius sighed. When he still hadn’t let go of my hand, Matthew mumbled something about a “Lothario” and punched his brother lightly in the shoulder, dislodging Hunter’s hand from mine.
    “So, you guys decided to brave the fair tonight?” Mathew asked, his eyes searching mine.
    “We did and I only had to bribe Jen with candied pecans to get her here, but we’re glad we came now,” I said.
    “Yeah, what would I ever have done without that plate of fried pickles?” Jen mumbled beside me. Hunter chuckled.
    “Ut oh, looks like someone got sucked into the fried food booths.” He made a sound of sympathy in the back of his throat, but the huge grin on his face and laughing eyes completely ruined the gesture. The entire line moved forward until we were at the gate. We would be on the next wave of riders. I glanced over at Jen and realized she was more than a little green.
    “I didn’t realize how bad you were feeling. Maybe we shouldn’t ride right now.” I laid a hand on Jen’s shoulder.
    “No. I don’t want to ruin it for you. I know how much you love fairs, I just hope we don’t have a rainbow slushie repeat.” I smiled at that. It would be just like her to go on the ride just for me even though she felt like crap.
    “There will always be fairs, Jen. C’mon, we can sit this one out.” Jen stubbornly shook her head, her brown curls flopped over her shoulder. Even sick, she looked beautiful. She had decided on a sunny yellow maxi dress and a short sleeve jean jacket with strappy sandals for our night out. She looked like a ray of sunshine piercing the dark. Matt’s hand lightly rested on my shoulder and I almost jumped at the contact.
    “Is everything okay?” His eyes were filed with concern and his warmth made me want to lean into him. I shook my head slightly. His brother was my type, not Matt.
    “She isn’t feeling well, but she’s afraid to break the top secret BFF code of conduct,” I said with a smirk.
    “Elizabeth Michaels, don’t think your sarcasm will be an effective weapon on me,” Jen retorted. I rolled my eyes.
    “Why don’t I ride with you instead? That way Hunter can stay with Jen