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knew I'd get them mixed up if we ever met again.
    "Nice to meet you," I lied. If they made Erik this nervous, they probably weren't nice at all. I hadn't seen him this flustered since he'd stumbled over wolfy me in the trap.
    "Where's Aunt Marsha?" asked Erik.
    "Had to work late, as usual. Why is it people looking for houses only do it after hours?" Greger ruffled Erik's short hair, something I could tell his nephew hated. "Nose still stuck in that laptop twenty-four-seven?"
    "It pays the bills."
    Bo snorted his opinion of that. His gaze raked me. "Known him long?"
    "Long enough." I smiled.
    "How'd you two meet?" This came from Isak , who seemed confused about something.
    "I had a wreck. Erik rescued me." I didn't know how much more to say, so looked to him for guidance. His blank expression didn't give me a clue, though his heightened color probably should've. I remembered yesterday's parting message to these guys during my rescue back in the woods, when he thought I might attack.
    "You don't say." The guys exchanged knowing looks and a couple of obvious elbow jabs. I heard a chortle that had a nasty ring to it.
    Now I was confused, too.
    "She's staying at the cabin for a while," Erik blurted for some reason, proving I was right about how rattled he was. Clearly these guys knew how to push his buttons.

Chapter Seven
     
    "No shit?" Marten nearly fell over laughing. "That's rich."
    Huh? I glanced at Erik in hopes he'd give me a clue what was so freaking funny to his cousins. But he was clearly not amused, which meant Marten was laughing at him. I wondered why Erik didn't take down the joker. I'd seen him in action that very day. I believed with all my heart he could do it.
    But he didn't, so I spoke up. "Sorry. Did I miss something?"
    "Shut up, son." Greger sounded stern, but I saw his lips twitch. What was going on? And why did I still feel watched, a distracting sensation when I really needed to focus on Erik's melodrama whatever it was?
    Bo burst out laughing, so loud that other diners glanced our way. I felt my cheeks begin to burn. Erik and I were obviously the butt of some kind of joke, and I didn't understand or like it one bit. I also didn't get why Erik was taking their grief instead of fighting back. But all he did was eat his salad, the last bite of which had left a drop of ranch dressing on his upper lip.
    "Too bad she's wasted on you," said Isak , actually waving his hand in that effeminate way some idiots do when they're making fun of homosexuals.
    My jaw dropped. They thought Erik was gay! Well, maybe he was, and maybe he wasn't. Didn't matter either way beyond me having to mark him off my possible-boyfriends list and adding him to my possible-best-friends one. What mattered was that the jerks were so damn rude. Someone had to put them in their places, and the only way to do that was get down on their level by doing something they would understand.
    Pushing my plastic cheeseburger basket aside, I leaned forward, slipped a hand behind Erik's neck, and licked that dressing right off his lip. Then I kissed him. I'd have given him tongue, but didn't feel right about it all things considered. When I ended the contact, I settled into my seat and gave his relatives a so-there smile.
    They whooped and hollered. Bo pounded Erik's back.
    "Dude, your woman's hot!" said Marten.
    Isak apparently agreed. "Don't waste your time on him, Brianna. Only wusses wear white pajamas when they fight. You need a guy in pads and a helmet." He flexed his right arm like a body builder.
    I nearly hurled my dinner. Could they be more ridiculous?
    Erik came to life. "It's Bronte , idiot. And she can think for herself."
    Laughing, Uncle Greger began herding his sons toward a table.
    I didn't relax until they were out of earshot and harassing someone else. "I am so sorry about that lip lock. I don't know why I did it. They were just being so rude, you know, and your sexual orientation is nobody's business but yours."
    For several seconds, Erik