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A ball of unease tightened in Brett’s gut.

“Well, this’ll be fun,” Michel rumbled, starting toward him once more. Then, to Brett’s surprise, Michel held out his hand to him and even offered a small smile. “Hi. Brett, is it?”

Brett nodded and took Michel’s hand. “Yeah. Brett Robinson.”

“Michel McDover.” The guy squeezed but not hard enough to hurt—as if they were in a pissing contest. “Good to meet ye.” Then he released Brett and held his hand out to Tyler and offered him the same greeting. After that, Michel turned, slipped his arm around Jason’s waist, and pulled him close to his side. “This is me partner, Jason. I gather ye already know he’s Trina’s brother.”

Tyler chuckled. “A little hard to miss, man.”

Nodding, Michel indicated the rest of the group. “That’s Luther with his partner Deke.” He pointed at the pair of blonds. After that, he pointed at the darker-haired couple. “And that’s Jamie and Paolo.”

Just as Michel was finishing up introductions, the girls returned from the two-door unisex brick bathroom. Introductions ensued once more. At least that gave Brett the opportunity to affix everyone’s name to their faces. He’d always had a little trouble with that.

“Jamie and I’ll wait for Nedrick,” Paolo claimed, slipping his arm around the slightly taller slenderer Jamie. “You guys go ahead.” He eyed Karissa’s perfectly new, clean, and pristine, hiking boots critically. “I’m sure we won’t have any trouble catching up.”

Paolo obviously didn’t have much faith in Karissa’s athletic ability. Brett couldn’t say that he blamed him. She’d been the one to insist on an easy hike to a secluded picnic-friendly location.

Fortunately, Preall had known how to fulfill her request.

“You don’t mind?” Paolo cupped Jamie’s jaw as he turned and peered up at him. “Do you, baby?”

“Never mind hangin’ with you, P,” Jamie crooned back.

Paolo hummed before urging Jamie to dip his head. He pressed a lingering kiss to the slightly taller man’s lips, and it almost seemed as if Jamie sank into the shorter, thicker man. Paolo must have taken that as permission to take the kiss deeper, for he notched their faces more fully and did just that.

There were a number of chuckles, as well as ribbings of,get a room. Even a couple of wolf whistles rent the air. Those almost drowned out Karissa’s muttered hiss of,disgusting.

While Tabatha nudged Karissa’s arm and Michel narrowed his eyes a smidge while glancing her way, no one else commented. It also didn’t stop the pair from their make-out session. When Preall laughed and urged the rest of them toward the trailhead, Brett wasn’t certain if he was relieved or disappointed. With bags or backpacks on everyone’s backs, the group—minus the making out pair—followed Preall’s leave.

Watching the pair make-out was a little like watching porn. They were definitely making love to each other with their mouths. They clutched at each other, and Paolo had threaded his fingers into Jamie’s hair in an obviously dominant move to control the kiss.

It was really quite...hawt!

Just... dayam!

“Come on,” Karissa encouraged, reaching for Brett’s hand. “Let’s get in front of everyone.”

Before Karissa could drag him forward, Luther slipped between them, stopping her from grabbing him. “Sorry about that,” he commented, absently glancing Karissa’s way, before focusing on him. “So, Brett, Trina says you’re going into your senior year of college, same as her. What are you studying?”

Appreciating Luther’s move, Brett did his best to ignore Karissa’s annoyed expression. “Uh, I’m getting a degree in engineering,” he told him.

“Yeah?” Luther peered at him with an interested expression. “What do you want to focus on? Houses? Boats? Bridges?” His grin appeared friendly. “What’s your passion?”

“Houses, actually,” Brett admitted. “I love housing design.” After a second of hesitation, he shared, “Especially smaller wood-framed structures.” Indicating the woods around them, which were beautiful, Brett told him, “It’s why I really wanted to get up here and explore. There are so many different styles of homes up here in the woods.”

“That there are,” Luther agreed. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Do you know how to ride a motorcycle? It’s the best way to explore these winding roads.”

Brett shook his head. “Uh, no.” With a deprecating laugh, he told him, “Have looked at them. Even picked up the motorcycle license requirement handbook from the DMV.” Shaking his head, Brett admitted, “Never got that far though.”

“Well, no problem.” Luther patted him on the back. “Ned has a motorcycle. A lot of the guys around here do.” Grinning, he continued, “You can ride with him. We’ll find time to show you the sights while you’re here.”

Before Brett could respond in favor of that plan—it seemed these guys sure didn’t have a problem with other guys riding bitch—Karissa ducked around Luther and grabbed his hand. “We’ll be too busy,” she declared. Turning away from Luther—who looked surprisingly amused by her rudeness—Karissa hurried Brett forward. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go.”

With Karissa’s grip so tight, Brett fought back a wince and let her have her way.

Good grief.

Chapter Five

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