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passion, by sheer animal lust, that she’d neglected to politely ask a man to wear a raincoat. She lived in Seattle, for God’s sake.
    That in itself should be enough to remind her how treacherous her feelings for him were.
    But it had been phenomenal.
    Almost too phenomenal to bear.
    Certainly too phenomenal to stomach the awkward after .
    So she’d slipped away. Like a thief in the night, skulking through the shadows back to the safety of her den.
    The lights were on in the great room and she could hear murmured conversation rumbling in the room. She closed the door quietly, tiptoed down the hall and peered into the kitchen, dreading what she might be interrupting.
    Anymore , when one was bunking with Kristi and Cam or Bella and Holt, one never knew what kind of shenanigans one might walk in on.
    Earlier , she’d blithely tripped downstairs into the rumpus room and discovered Bella and Holt in a…compromising position. Well, Bella was in a compromising position. Tied hand and foot. Getting spanked.
    Holt hadn’t been compromised at all.
    He’d been so into it, he hadn’t even noticed the interloper.
    Tara had turned tail and sprinted back up the stairs.
    Honestly. Would it be too much to ask for them to hang a necktie on the doorknob? Or, in this case, a leash?
    But there were no naughty reindeer games happening now. At least, not of the sexual variety. She was relieved to see Cam and Holt, along with Drew at the table playing cards. Probably poker, if she knew them. And she did.
    She dumped the purloined jeans on the kitchen counter and pulled out a glass, availing herself of the open bottle of Bombay on the counter. “Hey guys.”
    “Hey Tara.” Drew grinned.
    “Where’ve you been?” Cam asked, tossing out a card.
    She tipped up the bottle, sloshing in several fingers of gin. She needed it. “I went to Darby’s.”
    Holt pointedly checked his watch and arched a brow. He didn’t need to say a word. She’d been gone far too long for a quick drink at the bar.
    She decided to forestall his question with one of her own. “Where are Bella and Kristi?”
    “Bella’s…taking a nap.” Holt’s lips quirked. Judging from his expression, Tara didn’t want to ask. She didn’t need to ask. Poor Bella. Whatever it was, it wasn’t a nap.
    “Kristi’s in the hot tub.” Cam thrust his thumb toward the deck.
    Tara sliced a lime and squeezed a wedge into her drink. “And you’re not with her?”
    Cam shrugged. “We don’t have to be together every minute of the day.” Snorts rounded the room. The two were inseparable lately. “Besides, she likes to stay in there until she prunes.” He shifted in his seat. “And I don’t want to cook the boys.”
    Tara chuckled and began rooting around in the fridge. “Anything to eat?” She’d planned to grab a sandwich at Darby’s and gotten…distracted. Now she was starving.
    “Didn’t you eat at the bar?” God damn Holt and his too-sharp eyes.
    Tara pulled out a loaf of bread and made a quick turkey sandwich. She would have preferred peanut butter…but she wouldn’t think about that. “Hmm. I ran into Avery.”
    “Avery Warner?” Drew perked up.
    “Mmm hmm.” She took a bite of her sandwich. “Did you know it’s her birthday this weekend?”
    “Really?” Holt stood with a scrape of his chair and meandered to the fridge to grab another beer. His gaze stalled on the jeans on the counter and then flicked to her blouse, which she’d tied around her breasts leaving her midriff bare—the way they’d done when they were girls and wanted to pick up guys. She hadn’t wanted to pick up guys. But she’d had to do something creative…as Devlin had popped off nearly all the buttons.
    Holt said nothing, but the way he cleared his throat was telling.
    Tara shot him a mischievous smirk. “You’re all invited to the party tomorrow.”
    Holt twisted the lid off his beer and tossed it into the trash. “But I didn’t bring a gift.”
    “You know Avery.