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either.”
    Brooke ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
She could almost feel the soft nips again. “A fluke.”
    Naomi shook her head. “Eat your
sandwich.”
    “ Happily.” But unease had
started to spread through her stomach.
    “ Do know as soon as you're
done, I'm calling Peyton and telling her what I just
witnessed.”
    Brooke looked around the town square. It
wasn't empty, never really was. Who else had witnessed the kiss?
Probably enough people that she was doomed either way. She would
never hear the end of this.
    She bit viciously into her sandwich. “I'm
screwed, aren't I?”
    “ Pretty much. But think of
it this way, folks will finally stop talking about Peyton and Tate.
You jumped on a grenade and was a good friend.”
    She snorted. “When you put it like
that...”
    Still, unease kept her shoulders tight.
Nothing had changed. She found a lot about Dane troubling. He'd
kissed her like he wanted to own her because he wouldn't know any
other way. That unease spread further and she put the rest of her
sandwich back down, having lost her appetite.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Dane leaned against his car and met his
friend Reid's bewildered gaze.
    “ Why are you standing
outside the bar?” Reid asked. His sandy brown hair appeared black
in the darkness of the Grog's parking lot. He held a fedora in his
right hand, and the man tapped it against his thigh in an impatient
rhythm. When he wasn't wearing his police uniform, he tended to
wear dark jeans and black shirts. Tonight was no different. With an
actual night off, no on-call, of course they'd be at The Grog
Monster. It was Reid's sister's bar, and that's just where people
in Tanner Creek went on Friday nights.
    Dane answered with, “Waiting for you and
Tate.”
    Reid frowned. “When did we go into The Grog
in groups?”
    A car door slammed next to Dane. Tate
climbed out of his truck. Tall but solid, he rose to his full
height. “When Dane decided to have public sex on a bench with
Brooke.”
    Reid laughed. “Heard about that. Is she in
there?”
    Dane groaned. “We kissed. It wasn't
sex.”
    Tate snorted. “Same difference in this
town.”
    Reid's grin widened. “I think he's nervous.
Are your palms sweaty? Is your heart racing? O-M-G.” Reid made his
voice sound all breathy and girlish. “I have such a crush on
her.”
    Tate laughed and added, “Her hair is so
soft. I can't wait until I can run my fingers through it
again.”
    “ Fuck you both.” But Dane
laughed too. “If I'm going to have to deal with this all night, I
need a drink.”
    Reid clapped him on the back as they walked
toward the bar. “Aw, don't pout. I'm surprised it's taken you this
long. All that arguing was going to lead to sex eventually.”
    Tate whispered, “I think we made him
blush.”
    Reid whispered back, “I bet he does when he
sees her.” He raised his voice. “So, how's the calendar going?”
    Dane grinned. “Jackasses, the both of you.”
He got a thought, one not so nice. “Matter of fact, I want you guys
in the one I'm putting together.” He didn't give them any other
details and considered it payback. “Are you in?”
    “ Sure. Anything for the
town,” Reid answered.
    Tate's dark brows drew down and looked wary,
but he nodded in agreement. Dane laughed and pushed the saloon
doors. The Grog was packed. The noise of it washed over him. There
were a ton of familiar faces, and when those curious gazes in the
crowd caught sight of the two most talked about people in town, he
could see the whispers starting.
    Not surprising, Tate took it in stride,
already looking for his girlfriend in the mass of people. A smile
broke out on the man's face but he didn't move from inside the
doorway.
    Dane's gaze followed the direction the man
had looked and Peyton strutted over. She snatched her brother's hat
out of his hands. Without missing a step, she slapped it on her
head and jumped into Tate's waiting embrace. Beside him, Reid made
a disgusted noise and headed for the bar. Dane