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their hearts when it wasn’t necessary.
    He could handle the scary shit on his own. Didn’t need anyone else.
    They went to a larger table and sat, ordering a pitcher of beer and a couple of burger specials. “Who else is coming?” Cameron asked after the waitress left.
    “Alison and Chloe for sure,” Mac answered. “A few others might show up later.”
    His heart jerked. “Chloe?”
    “Well, yeah. I hang out with her and her friend Ali a lot.”
    “Who’s Ali?”
    “Alison Sullivan, resident kindergarten teacher at Lone Pine Elementary. She moved here a few years ago and she’s good friends with Chloe.”
    “Huh.” Cam grunted, then muttered a thanks when the waitress brought them the pitcher of beer accompanied by frosty mugs. He poured himself one and took a sip as he thought about Chloe.
    Again.
    Damn it, he couldn’t shake her. He wanted to. Desperately. But the memory of her lips pressed to his, that sharp inhalation of breath when their mouths first made connection, the velvety sensation of her tongue tentatively touching his…
    He should forget all about her. He was leaving soon and had no business contemplating kissing her again, let alone actually locking his lips with hers. She’d been a part of his life since…forever. No way could he fool around with her like he did with other women and then leave her, most likely heartbroken.
    He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for that. Avoiding Chloe was the smart, responsible thing to do.
    “Ah, there’re the girls,” Mac said, interrupting Cam’s thoughts. “Listen, don’t flirt with Alison. You’d break her heart in an instant.”
    Cam arched a brow. “What, but I can flirt with Chloe?”
    “Not her either. You’re an insensitive asshole. Save it for some tourist who’s looking for a good time quickie. Hey chicas.” Mac’s gaze focused over Cam’s shoulder, his smile brighter than the neon beer sign hanging on the wall above their table. “Get your asses over here and grab a beer.”
    Cam kept his gaze locked on the mug in front of him, unsure of how to greet Chloe. Would she be clingy? Demand an explanation for what last night’s kiss meant? Or would she act like the typical psycho woman, ignoring him one moment and ranting at him the next?
    He frowned. His worry proved he dealt with nothing but crazy women most of the time. And he pretty much knew for a fact Chloe wasn’t crazy.
    “Hi, Cam.” Her soft voice washed over him, sending tingles scattering across his skin. She sat next to him, leaning over to grab an empty mug before reaching for the pitcher.
    He grabbed it for her, poured her a glass that was half foam. “Hey.” He still hadn’t looked at her, but damn, he could feel her. Warm and feminine, her tantalizing scent a tease to his senses.
    “Thank you,” she murmured and he finally risked glancing her way.
    Big mistake. She was extra pretty tonight, even more so without the bridesmaid finery and in her natural state. Her dark brown hair fell past her shoulders in loose waves and she wore a simple pink tank top that accentuated her golden skin, the ample curve of her breasts.
    He tried not to let his eyes bug out of his head. But damn, Chloe Dawson was stacked.
    “Alison Sullivan, this is my brother Cameron.” Mac introduced the cute blonde who sat to his right. She was tall, with pin straight hair and a sleek figure, startling blue eyes and a pleasant smile.
    Pretty. But she had nothing on Chloe.
    “Nice to meet you.” Cam nodded in her direction.
    “Likewise. And call me Ali.” She laughed when Mac poured her a mug and the foamy head overflowed, spilling onto the table. “Nice one, McKenzie.”
    Cam rolled his eyes and Chloe leapt to her feet, headed toward the counter. “I’ll grab a rag.”
    Glancing over his shoulder, Cam watched Chloe hurry to the bar, her swishing backside drawing his attention. She wore a short skirt that showed off a mighty fine set of legs. She looked good enough to eat.
    “Did you