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might have kissed Ian…and Trent.”
    The utensil clattered to the floor. “Are you serious? When?”
    “After the party the other night. We ended up in the pool and it was dark and Ian got this silly idea to play Marco Polo.”
    “Let me guess. It wasn’t the G-rated kind.”
    Holly shook her head. “We were acting like teenagers. It’s embarrassing.”
    “No. It’s awesome. I can’t believe you kept that a secret.”
    “I’m sorry. But it doesn’t matter because it was a one-time thing.”
    “Is that what they want?”
    “It’s what I want. I can’t get involved with one guy, let alone two. I’m only here for a few weeks. Then I’m back to LA.”
    Hillary bit her lip.
    “What is it?”
    “Nothing.”
    Holly frowned. No way was her best friend holding out on her, not after she’d just confessed to being a pool party bimbo. “Talk.”
    “Well, it’s just…if you did date the two of them, it wouldn’t be the first relationship like that in Midnight Cove.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “You know that artist I told you about? Summer Crenshaw? She’s engaged—to two guys.”
    Holly blinked. She couldn’t have heard right. “I’m sorry I had a brain malfunction. Did you say two guys?”
    Hillary grinned. “I sure did. And guess who her best friend is?”
    “Bigfoot?”
    “Ian’s little sister, Mandy.”
    Holly’s mouth fell open. Mandy’s best friend was in a relationship with two men. “Does Ian know?”
    Hillary laughed. “Blake and Devin are two of his closest friends. He definitely knows.”
    The phone rang and Holly jumped up in the air.
    “Cove Catering, Hillary speaking.” Hillary listened to the caller and grabbed a notepad and pen. After a few minutes, she hung up and grabbed Holly by the arm. “Hope you’re free to work next week. We just scored a huge job!”
    Holly nodded, but her head was spinning with thoughts of her, Ian, and Trent in the pool. She knew it wasn’t just the thrill of skinny dipping. Or Ian’s charm. It was both men. The thought of doing way more than kissing one at a time had her antsy and off-kilter and acting like an idiot. Her fingers found her lower lip and she wondered.
    Did the two of them want more than just a fling? Was it even something she could handle?
    * * *
    TRENT

    After pulling the SUV into an open space along the road, Trent turned it off. From the outside, the surf shop looked like any other place along the street. Innocuous and quaint. Why Ian thought Trent could find answers there, he had no idea.
    He’d been wandering all over Midnight Cove for three days, looking into leads, but coming up empty. He’d interviewed all of Ian’s friends. Former girlfriends. Acquaintances. This was the only spot left.
    He hopped out of the car and beeped it locked. Glancing up and down the street he surveyed the passersby. A man with a dog. A woman carrying a sack full of flowers. No one unusual. He turned and tugged open the front door of Surfed.
    A bell jingled and he let the door shut behind him. The surf shop boasted everything you’d expect—boards of all sizes, wetsuits, eyewear. The only thing out of place? All the art. It might as well have been a gallery. Paintings of all sizes filled every available inch of space.  
    As Trent stared at a seascape full of turbulent waves, the door to the back opened and shut. He turned to see a man walking toward him. A short beard covered his jaw and from his lack of wrinkles, Trent had to guess he was in his twenties. Mandy’s age, probably.
    He’d have been a kid when Trent left town. Too young to know him.
    The man smiled. “Can I help you?”
    Trent nodded. “I’m looking for Blake Turner. Ian Knowles sent me.”
    He held out his hand. “You’ve found him.”
    Trent gave Blake’s hand a brief shake. “Trent Malone.”
    “Are you a surfer? We’ve got everything you’d find down the coast, but with our choppy water, the boards are a bit different.”
    “I’m not a