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time resting on my crotch. The way she was looking at me was enough to send a shiver down my spine.
    “You haven’t changed much at all,” I said honestly. “You’re taller and older obviously, but you still have that dark, dark hair that curls at the end, and the deepest green eyes I’ve ever seen.”
    She smiled and looked down again, her face flushing at my compliment.
    “And those lips,” I sighed. “God, I used to dream about those lips every night.”
    Did I just say that out loud?
    The sliding door opened, and Jake joined us outside before she could reply. I wanted to hug the man for his timing. “Mia, Nic wants to know if you want a wine.”
    Mia smiled. “I’ll go in.” She nodded, flashing me a smile, then headed back inside.
    After she was gone, Jake let out a low whistle.
    “That’s some serious sexual tension there, man. I hope you’re going to, uh, work that to your advantage?” He winked at me and I laughed.
    As much fun as that would be, that was not the sort of complication my life needed at the moment. And besides, this weekend was all about no sex.
    “I don’t think so, man. Women complicate life.”
    Jake laughed. “Don’t I know it. ”

    After dinner, the kids went to bed and the four of us sat around the fire, drinking. Nic and Jake snuggled together on the sofa while Mia and I occupied the two armchairs. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of chips.
    “God, I hope those two sleep in tomorrow,” groaned Nic. She rested her head on Jake’s shoulder.
    “Good luck with that,” I chuckled. Nic shot me a look.
    “Speaking of sleep, I’m absolutely wrecked,” yawned Nic. She turned to Jake. “Come on. We’re going to bed.”
    “If you say so,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. It was easy to see who wore the pants in their relationship.
    I turned to Mia. “Do you want another drink?” I asked, gesturing to her empty glass.
    “I should probably head to bed too…but why the hell not?”
    I took her glass from her outstretched hand and wandered into the kitchen. I poured her wine and grabbed a beer for myself. I walked back into the room and she shivered as I handed the drink to her.
    “Cold?” I asked.
    She nodded.
    I walked over to the closet behind the front door and retrieved a thick blue blanket.
    “Thanks.” She smiled. “So, how about this, huh?”
    I chuckled. Yep. How about this.
    The last thing I’d expected to be doing over the weekend was…well, anything with Mia Westfield. She reached for the remote and turned on the TV. It was blaringly loud. She jumped and frantically pressed the volume button as I laughed.
    “It’s not funny,” she blushed. “I’ve probably woken everyone up now.”
    “If those kids come out, you’re putting them back to bed,” I joked, still laughing.
    Mia made a face. “I wanted to go into pediatric nursing and then I realized I’m hopeless with kids.” She grinned at me. “No joke. I had a clinical at the children’s hospital last year, and I made about ten kids cry. And that was before the end of the first day.”
    “So what area of nursing are you in?” I asked curiously. I could see her as a nurse. She had that caring, patient side to her down pat. Even as a kid, she’d been the girl who would find injured animals and take them home to nurse them back to health.
    “General surgery. So basically I will be caring for people post-surgery.”
    “Wow,” I raised my eyebrows and let out a whistle. “You’d need a pretty strong stomach for that.” I just about fainted at the sight of blood. Not to mention the fact that I was a sympathy vomiter.
    “You need a strong stomach for any kind of nursing,” she remarked. “But the feeling you get when you know you’ve helped someone? There’s nothing else like it.” Her smile reached her eyes as they sparkled back at me.
    My mouth went dry. She spoke with so much emotion when she was passionate about something: a trait I found very attractive.
    “Did Nic tell you