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but sometimes their good-natured ribbing could rub a man the wrong way. He sunk his chin down onto his fist as he turned back to them, murmuring softly, “But Diana really is driving me nuts.”
    “The two of you have talked about this…this…” Sloan paused, then continued, “About what’s going on between you?”
    “Only to the point of agreeing that it’s not something we want to get involved in,” Travis told him.
    “Well, why don’t you just take my advice?” Greg’s palms lifted upward. “Why don’t you just engage in one, good make out session?”
    Of course, Greg would hand out that advice, Travis silently surmised. The man was in love. He’d found the woman of his dreams. In fact, he was going to marry Jane Dale on Christmas Eve.
    Greg continued, “You know, even a single kiss might get the whole thing out of your system.”
    “Tried that,” Travis said. “Last week. Nearly melted the darned soles off my shoes.”
    Of course, when he and Diana had shared that hotter-than-the-sun’s-surfacekiss he hadn’t been wearing any shoes. But the phrase got his idea across. That’s all that was necessary.
    “You kissed the woman?” Greg’s green eyes sparkled with interest. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
    Sloan frowned and gave Greg a nudge with his elbow. “What’s wrong with you? He’s not one to kiss and tell.” He shook his head, his expression twisting with what could only be described as mild censure. “You’re acting like a gossipy woman.”
    Greg’s whole face scrunched up at what he obviously took as horrendous criticism. “Men don’t gossip.”
    Sloan and Travis shared a sidelong glance. Finally Travis couldn’t stop the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Sloan broke out in a snicker.
    Greg only glowered at them.
    “Maybe you should try talking to her about it again,” Sloan suggested to Travis.
    “No way.” Travis shook his head adamantly. “I don’t dare bring it up again. I can’t.” A sigh burst from deep in his chest. “But I can tell you that every time I’m even near the woman, I feel like I’m going to climb right out of my skin.”
    Every look, every word they exchanged since their late-night kiss seemed charged with some kind of heated current. A couple of times over the past week they’d accidentally touched, once when they’d cleaned up the dinner dishes together, another time when she’d backed into him, not knowing he was behind her, and each time he’d thought his heart was going to go into fibrillation. His pulse would go allerratic, and blood would whoosh through his ears. He was turning into a complete and total wreck.
    Travis was disgusted with himself. He refused to allow his truant testosterone to get the better of him.
    Just then, Greg’s fiancée, Jane Dale, entered the restaurant and approached the table.
    “Hey, guys,” she called cheerily.
    She leaned over and gave Greg a full-on-the-mouth kiss. Immediately, Travis was reminded of Diana…of the kiss they had shared…of his desire to kiss her again…
    “Just stopped by to say hi,” Jane said.
    “Want something to eat?” Greg asked her.
    “No, thanks,” she said. “I have a thousand errands to run. And some shopping to do, too.”
    “How did the fitting go?” Greg asked Jane.
    Jane’s smile brightened up the whole room. “The dress is going to be beautiful. And the seamstress making the alterations is doing a fabulous job. Quick, too.”
    Travis just smiled, hiding his true thoughts. Greg and Jane were getting married in four short days. They had only met last month. Travis wanted to warn Greg that he was in for some heartache. Two people just couldn’t stay together without hurting each other. Sure, Greg and Jane might be happy now. But give them a few months—a few years, if they were lucky. Then the hurting would begin. It always did. Eventually.
    But he knew his friend wouldn’t listen. Greg was drowning in the sentimental, lovesick emotions he felt for Jane. The