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the fence. And I don’t have the authority on my own to alter such an important contract point.”
    I knew the whole thing sounded harsh, but this wasn’t coming from just me. The Founding Foursome of Invitation Only had pounded these additional rules and details out over a fierce game of Monopoly. And that shit was set in stone.
    “I’ll agree to that.”
    “Good. Why don’t I make the changes we’ve agreed upon and destroy the ones you’ve already signed?”
    She nodded. “That sounds okay.”
    I took the contracts back out and tore them in half. Deal sealed. Well, almost. But I felt confident her signature on the new dotted line was only a technicality.
    After a solid handshake, I typed furiously on my laptop, making the revisions to the contract with our agreed-upon amendments. I tried not to notice the generous amount of toned thigh Hannah revealed between the tops of her boots and the bottom of her skirt every time she shifted her legs, recrossing them.
    By the third time, I stopped typing midsentence and raised a brow, not bothering to take my eyes off the screen. “I noticed. A man would have to be blind not to.” Then I leaned back, removing the laptop that obstructed a full view, and glanced over, taking a good long look, deciding two could play at her game.
    She sucked in a breath as my gaze lingered at the juncture of where those thighs met.
    I imagined what she had on underneath there, probably some lacy black thong. I let my thoughts drift over what treasure lay waiting beneath the thong and licked my lips. Slowly scanning up from there, I made plans of how I would take my time working my tongue up her body until I reached those gorgeous tits before setting them free from that confining material.
    On a deep inhale, I thought about the deep pink tips hardening for my touch and raised my gaze further, to those matching full lips that would be parted on a moan. By the time my gaze met hers, those beautiful green eyes had darkened, dilated.
    Oh, fuck yeah. No line had been crossed. The off-limits zone hadn’t even blurred. The damn thing had been obliterated.
    Ignoring the hardening demand behind my fly, I focused my thoughts and calmed my hammering pulse. Now all Hannah could see was a collected exterior, which was all she needed to know.
    Her lips pursed, and she let out a slow breath.
    I chuckled and returned to the matter at hand, lifting my laptop screen and finishing the amendments. Business first.
    But the rest?
    Game. On.

“T hat is not a holiday.” Kiki stood in the center of the room, hands on her hips, standing behind an imaginary line she’d drawn in Kristen’s antique looped rug. Anti-sports Kiki.
    My Seahawks had won, and we were going to the Super Bowl. It was so a holiday.
    “All in favor of the event?” I didn’t pull punches. On my side of the line were die-hard football fans. In my peripheral vision, I saw Kristen’s and Kendall’s arms shoot up in the air.
    “The ‘ayes’ have it. You, my dear artistic soul, are overruled.”
    Kiki rolled her eyes in the cute way she always did and stormed to my favorite corner of the couch. I almost let her have it, but then I casually walked over and sat on her.
    She became a spider beneath a boulder, arms flailing. It was only when I fell over, grunting from an elbow jab in the ribs, that she settled down, relishing her small victory with a grin while huffing to catch her breath.
    Giving Kiki a moment to bask in the glory of her territory nab, I grabbed my Fat Tire from the table and flopped into the other corner. The cushion wasn’t near as flattened on this end. Maybe I needed to break in a new side.
    I grinned, sighing. For as much trouble as my sisters had been growing up, I truly relaxed being here with them among family. More than mere blood ties, they were true friends and protectors and had my back no matter what.
    Even if I did keep secrets from them.
    Hannah was developing into a big one.
    Guys didn’t share feelings. Not