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toll on my emotions. “She’s been nothing but nice to me.”  
    “Katie, she’s been upset with me all week. That had nothing to do with you.”  
    I searched his face. So they had been fighting.  
    “Besides…” He dropped his hands, setting me free. “I just got you back. You can’t leave me yet.” His lips cocked in a lopsided grin, and I nodded, not knowing what else to say.
    “Come on, there’s someone here I want you to meet.”  
    When we passed the kitchen, I took a long pull of my beer and followed him to the backyard. The sun had already set, and the patio was illuminated by small lights that ran over the slatted wood awning. I heard John’s laughter, then saw him over by the table talking to a brunette seated on his lap. He was shirtless, and my eyes ran over his broad chest, which was partially shielded by the soft curve of a woman’s back. Who was that?
    There was a stack of pizzas on the table beside them, and when the smell reached my nose, I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. Jake closed the door to the house and they both turned toward us. The woman hopped from John’s lap, laughing at something he’d said as they walked over. The woman was very attractive, her hair short and sleek, her body soft and feminine. She wore a black bikini and a sarong tied at her hips that matched her blue eyes perfectly.
    “Em Garland.” She introduced herself. “You must be Katie.”  
    I shook her hand. “Katie McGregor. Nice to meet you.”  
    Her face lit up, and she threw her chin to the backyard. “We were just about to jump in the hot tub, want to join us?”
    “My suit’s still packed.” I gestured a thumb to the house, but inside I was grateful for the easy out.  
    “I have one you can borrow.” I turned to see Grace coming from Jake’s room, and inwardly cringed. Not only had she ruined my easy out, but she also looked better in a bikini than she did in her clothes.  
    John walked over, draped an arm around her shoulders, and grinned. “I knew you were good for something.” He kissed her forehead, then raised one brow at me.
    She ducked out of his embrace, seemingly annoyed by his touch, and beckoned for me to follow her before disappearing through the double doors leading to Jake’s bedroom. Great.
      I awkwardly followed after her, stepping from the stone patio to the hardwood floor. “I’m not sure your suit will fit me.”
    “Oh, don’t be silly.” Her voice was soft and just a little too sweet. She pulled a suitcase from the corner of the closet, and her towel dropped to the floor. I tried not to notice, but it was impossible. Her body was perfect. Her breasts spilled from her aqua bikini like something you’d see on the cover of the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated . Even if the rest of me fit, there was no way I’d fill her top. I imagined it would look like a little girl trying on her mother’s high-heeled shoes.  
    “Here it is.” She tossed a clump of purple fabric at me, and I caught it at my chest.
    “Thanks,” I responded, then turned toward the hall that led to my room. “I’ll just go put this on.”
    “You can use Jake’s bathroom, I know he won’t mind.”  
    I cringed, feeling uncomfortable, but nodded anyway. When I entered the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and noticed a lacy black bra hanging from the towel rack. I laughed a little—even though the situation really wasn’t funny at all.  
    I placed my beer on the counter and threaded the fabric from finger to finger. I was wrong. The top would fit—barely. It was made up of two purple triangles and some string. How the hell she fit herself into it was beyond me. Though maybe she didn’t care. Or maybe she only wore it for Jake. I shuddered at the thought; I really didn’t want to think about that part of their relationship, or any part of their relationship actually.  
    I removed my clothes, folded them neatly on the counter, then jumped when I heard Grace’s muffled