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her head. “She wiped the trail with me.”
    “You do a lot of hiking?” Finn asked Pru.
    “Not lately.” She lifted a shoulder and sipped at what looked like a plain soda. “I haven’t had time,” she said demurely. “I’m out of shape.”
    Archer laughed. “Don’t believe that for a second. This girl can move when she’s got inspiration, and apparently she takes her fantasy football seriously. You should’ve seen those long legs in action.”
    Oh, Finn had. In his sexual fantasies.
    “Why didn’t you go?” she asked. “Didn’t want to show off
your
long legs?”
    Archer choked on beer. “I like her,” he announced.
    Finn didn’t take his eyes off Pru. Hers were lit with amusement, which went well with the streak of dirt across her jaw. There was another over her torso, specifically her left breast. “I have great legs,” he said.
    “Uh huh.”
    “I do. Tell her,” he said to the room.
    Spence shrugged noncommittally. “Archer’s are better.”
    Archer grinned. “Damn straight.”
    Elle let out a rare smile. “I like her too,” she said to Archer.
    “It’s not about my legs,” Finn said to Pru. Shit, and now he sounded defensive.
    “Maybeyou should prove it,” she said casually and Archer choked again.
    Willa bounced up and down in her seat, clapping. “It’s like Christmas!”
    “We’re keeping her, right?” Spence asked.
    “Hey,” Sean said, bringing them another pitcher of beer. “If a lady wanted to see my legs, I’d show her. Just sayin’.”
    Asshole
.
    Pru turned expectantly back to Finn and he had to laugh. “What, right here?” he asked in disbelief.
    “Why not?” she asked.
    “Because . . .” Jesus. How had he lost control of this conversation? “I am not dropping trou right here,” he said stiffly, and great, because now he sounded like he had a stick up his ass.
    “Maybe he hasn’t shaved,” Willa said. “That’d keep me from dropping trou. I only shaved from my knees down. My thighs are as hairy as a lumberjack’s chest, which is why I’m wearing capris and not short shorts. You are all welcome.”
    Elle nodded like this made perfect sense.
    “Gonna have to prove it to the lady,” Archer said ever so helpfully to Finn. “Drop ’em.”
    He was an asshole too.
    Willa grinned and tapped her hands on the bar in rhythm and began to chant. “Drop ’em, drop ’em . . .”
    The others joined in. Shit. They were
all
assholes.
    Pru leaned in over the bar and gave him a come here gesture. He shifted close and met her halfway, stilling when she put her mouth to his ear.
    “No one but me can see behind the bar,” she whispered.
    Ittook a moment to compute her words because at first all he could concentrate on was the feel of her lips on his ear. When she exhaled, her warm breath caressed his skin and he had to remind himself that he was in a crowded bar, surrounded by his idiot friends.
    She smiled enticingly.
    “Not happening,” he said on a laugh. At least not here, with an audience. He wondered if she’d still be playing with him if they were alone in his bed. Or if that was too far away, his office . . .
    Her hair fell into his face and a stubborn silky strand stuck to the stubble on his jaw. He didn’t care. She might be streaked with dirt but she smelled amazing.
    He was mid-sniff when she whispered, “Fun Whisperer, remember?”
    “Maybe I’m commando,” he whispered back and was gratified by her quick intake of breath and the darkening of her eyes. “Either way,” he said, “I don’t drop trou on the first date.”
    She bit her lower lip and let her gaze drop over him, probably trying to figure out if he was telling the truth about going commando.
    Then her phone buzzed and she flashed him a grin as she stepped aside to answer it.
    Sean came close and nudged him as they both watched Pru talk into her cell. “That’s the woman for you.”
    “No,” Finn said. “She’s not. You know I don’t date women in the building.”
    “Which