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Brook Lynn awake?” The girl was magic in the kitchen. She could throw together—
    â€œShe left earlier this morning for a dress fitting. Something about gaining a pound and seams busting.”
    Women and their weight. When would they realize skin-and-bones only impressed other women? Men preferred soft and lush...like Jessie Kay, rounded in all the right places.
    Down boy. “Maybe Harlow—”
    â€œNope.” Jase shook his head. “She’s helping Jessie Kay with breakfast deliveries.”
    First he’d thought the name. Now he’d heard the name. Can’t escape her.
    â€œOh, and before I forget,” Jase said, mercifully changing the subject, “I selected a construction company.”
    â€œGood.” A few weeks ago, they’d decided to build two additional homes on the acreage. One for Jase and Brook Lynn, one for West and his misery. Beck and Harlow would keep the farmhouse since she’d grown up here and loved the place almost as much as she loved her fiancé. “What do you need me to do?”
    â€œCall the owner on Monday and tell him what you want. I’ll text you his number.”
    Beck stumbled into the kitchen. He was dressed and ready to go, but his hair was unkempt and his eyes rimmed with red. “What are you two yakking about?”
    â€œYour bachelor party,” Jase deadpanned. “You want one stripper or four?”
    â€œDude.” Beck scratched his chest. “ My life was a bachelor party. I don’t need another one.”
    Jase snickered. “Afraid the little woman will protest?”
    Like he wasn’t just as whipped.
    â€œActually, I’m afraid the little woman will ask the strippers for tips and I’ll die of a heart attack before I have the privilege of saying my vows.”
    West handed him a shake. “Stop bragging about your love life and drink your breakfast, Becky. You need it.” The guy was an attacking midfielder, his skill with a ball unsurpassed. He remained calm under pressure, dishing out all kinds of abuse. “You step into the arena half-asleep and you’ll have your ass handed to you.”
    â€œI should be so lucky.” Beck drained half the glass without reacting to the bitter taste. “It’s a nice ass.”
    â€œYour modesty humbles me.” West was fast and agile, so he played center forward, stealing the ball—his ball—whenever it needed stealing. And it was his ball. Always. When he stepped onto the field, a sense of possession overtook him. Mine. Which was probably why he ended up the top scorer of every game.
    That, and his skill, tenacity and strength. He spent a good portion of every day in the gym. He would never be weak again. He despised helplessness almost as much as he despised chaos.
    â€œMy modesty is just one of the many amazing things about me.” Beck finished off the rest of the shake. “Good stuff. Thanks.”
    West glanced at his wristwatch. 9:28 a.m. All right. “Time to go.”
    He grabbed the duffel containing a change of clothes and climbed behind the wheel of his Mercedes. Jase had called eternal dibs on the front passenger seat, so he claimed his prize and Beck settled in back, all without protest or complaint. The two respected West and his schedules.
    My soul mates.
    He drove through the town square, where different families meandered along the sidewalks. Everyone was bundled up for warmth, and everyone paused to smile and wave as he passed.
    To West, it was a scene straight of out a movie, too picture-perfect to be real, but he smiled and waved right back.
    â€œWho we playing today?” Jase asked as they crawled along the highway. Ice had been sanded and salted, but there were still slick spots. At this rate, they’d reach the downtown Oklahoma City arena in fifty years.
    â€œThe Ball Busters.”
    â€œLast year’s league champions.” Beck grinned, the baring of teeth a little