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that one.”
    “Yay!” she cheered, grabbing the camera from my hands just as a loud voice called from inside the house.
    “Where’s my baby momma!”
    “Dear Lord, I’m getting sick of him calling me that,” Harlow uttered with a roll of her eyes as the backdoor swung open and Noah stepped through excitedly, like he’d been at sea for a year and hadn’t just seen Harlow earlier that morning.
    “Wildflower!” He charged her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tilting her backward in a dramatic kiss that caused me to giggle. I ignored the pang of envy at the sight of my best friends being so in love. “I’ve missed you, baby,” he crooned as she giggled in his arms.
    “Hey there, sunshine,” another voice spoke, yanking my attention from the loving couple as my belly swooped. The sight of Derrick standing in the doorway leading to the back deck, looking magnificent in all his shirtless glory had my mouth going dry.
    Why? Why did the bastard have to be so good looking? Picking up my margarita, I sucked the last of it down in a hearty gulp. If he was going to be staying, I needed another one. STAT.

 
    Derrick
     
    HOLY SHIT.
    I’d always thought of Chloe as cute, very pretty, in a girl next door kind of way. But when I stepped into the doorway to the backyard, the sight before me was one I hadn’t expected. She looked… well, hot . She was the type of woman who wore minimal makeup, and it worked for her, but now… now those big doe eyes of her stood out, and the way her hair hung down her back in wild, attractive curls… I couldn’t quite put my finger on why she appeared so different, I just knew she did.
    And the way my dick twitched behind my fly screamed to the fact that it was not a good thing. Head out of the fucking gutter, Anderson , I scolded myself. Chloe wasn’t the type of woman I needed to ogle shamelessly. She was a friend, someone I cared about. She was the type of woman you kept, putting a ring on her finger and surrounding her with a white picket fence and a shit load of kids. And as a man unwilling to give her what she deserved, I needed to get myself in check.
    Because she deserved better than anything I was capable of giving her.
    “Hey!” She smiled up at me after downing the last of what looked like a margarita.
    “Uh… someone want to tell me why Derrick’s not wearing a shirt?” Harlow asked. “Or is this a new thing you’re starting? Just walking around town shirtless hoping to give all the old ladies heart attacks?”
    “Hey!” Noah protested. “Stop looking at his chest, damn it. I look just as good shirtless as he does.”
    “Your lesser half over there doesn’t know the first thing about fishing. He managed to snag his hook in my shirt before casting and ripped a big ass hole in it. It was my favorite shirt, too.” I crossed my arms over my chest and flexed my pecs for added effect, just to rub it in the asshole’s face. My gaze wandered back to Chloe in curiosity, wondering what she thought about the sight of my bare chest. Her face was down, her eyes studying her empty glass in her hands. I couldn’t tell if it was the sun shining on her, but I could have sworn her cheeks looked a little pinker than normal.
    “Well if your dumb ass hadn’t been in the way, I wouldn’t have snagged you,” Noah pouted, wrapping Harlow tighter in his arms as she giggled against his neck.
    “Yeah? Then what’s your excuse for throwing your rod in the lake on a cast?”
    He lifted his chin in the air, “There was a bug on it.”
    “Not helping your case, man,” I laughed as I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
    “I need a refill,” Chloe said, holding up her glass. “Be right back.”
    “Bring my laptop with you,” Harlow called. “We’ll upload those photos.”
    “What photos?” I found myself asking once Chloe had disappeared back into the house.
    One of Harlow’s brows quirked up as she regarded me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, and