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definitely sounded good.
    He scanned the area. Tiki torches outlined the perimeter of the pool, and everything was cast in a slightly orange glow. A lot of the people here were already coupled off, having come on a weekend getaway with their husbands or boyfriends. But there was still a pretty good selection of single ladies, all bronzed from the sun and gorgeous. Not a damn one interested him.
    His gaze strayed to Scarlett, who was sober as sober could be but having a grand ol’ time with Mr. Doofus. Brody had coined that name when the guy had come up to her. He was definitely not one of the pretty boys who walked around like a puffed up peacock. The guy seemed more of the stereotypical accountant type—wire-rimmed glasses, super polite, gentlemanly…or, as Scarlett would put it—safe.
    It grated on Brody’s fucking nerves.
    God, this had been a horrible idea. He just wanted to get this night over with, go back to the room, and have a beer—alone. His cell phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out, glancing at the name.
    Ryan.
    The bastard had been calling Brody back since last night. He hadn’t answered. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to say to him, and he was too angry right now to have any sort of conversation with the dickhead. He had no proof that Ryan had used him to cover his cheating, but he was beyond furious at being lied to. Happy marriage, my ass.
    He would eventually have to confront his friend. Maybe give him a serious smack on the back of the head for being a fucking moron. Maybe that would knock some sense into the idiot.
    His phone dinged indicating a text message, and Brody rolled his eyes.
    He swiped his thumb across the lock screen then pressed the message icon.
    Stop dodging my calls.
    Working his neck from side to side, Brody clicked the phone off, shoved it back in his pocket and refocused on Scarlett, who was now slow dancing to an old eighties ballad with Mr. Doofus. She had her arms looped around his neck, and he had his palms resting respectably on her hips. She was looking up at him, and they were talking. Seemed to be an easy conversation.
    Fucking great.
    It was one thing to watch her with her husband. But a new man was excruciating. Was this how Tommy had felt while Brody dated Julie? He’d known Tommy would get jealous, which was why he played up more attraction to Julie than he’d really felt. But a part of him now felt bad for the guy.
    Because this sucked. It gnawed. Ached. Made him want to snatch her away. No wonder Tommy had eventually decked him good.
    He sure as fuck could knock the shit out of this guy, and he wasn’t doing a damn thing.
    Dude. Distract yourself.
    “You’re Brody ‘The Iron’ Minton, aren’t you?” said a soft, feminine voice.
    He glanced over to find a petite, pretty brunette in a slinky black dress, eyeing him. He smiled. Yeah, he could work this.
    “At your service.”
    She smiled. “I thought so. You have on long sleeves so I couldn’t see your rad tat for confirmation.”
    Wherever he went, his sleeve was a topic of conversation. He was damn proud of the piece. The artist had taken his love for comic books and inked a realistic layout of his favorite Marvel superheroes over his entire arm. “Since you know about my tattoo, I’m taking it you’re a fan.”
    “Hell yeah, I’m a fan.”
    She was a little younger than he preferred. Probably early twenties. Probably still in college. But definitely perfect distraction material.
    “Who’re you here with?”
    “Girl’s trip.” She waved at a group of five ladies standing in the corner, who giggled as soon as he glanced over. “We’re living it up some before we all go our separate ways again in a few weeks.”
    “College?” he asked.
    “Yes! How did you know?”
    “Lucky guess.”
    “Well, I’m the designated spokesperson for the group. The rest of them are too shy for their own good. But we saw you standing here alone, we’d love it if you’d join us, maybe take