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She takes in my expression and bursts out laughing. “Come on. You got this.”

“Wait, we should bring them drinks.”

With a cup in each hand, we return to the table. “You should be dancing,” Carrie says to her parents.

“That’s what I just said.” Mrs. Garner gives her husband a pointed look. “Your father’s not much of a dancer.”

Mr. Garner grimaces and accepts the punch. “What the hell is this?”

“Some kind of fruit punch,” I say. “Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my flask.”

Mr. Garner grins. “Too bad.”

“Marco,” says Mrs. Garner. “Has Carrie invited you to our big family barbecue this weekend?”

I keep my face neutral. “No, she hasn’t mentioned it.”

“You have to join us. It’s Aaron’s birthday. The whole family is coming. It’ll be a great chance for everyone to meet you!”

“Great,” Carrie mumbles.

I repress a smile, although family gatherings are something that terrify me even more than Hell Week. “That sounds like fun. I’d love to come.”

15

MARCO

“We have to get creative if we’re going to keep up with Beck and Hayden.”

Carrie frowns at me as we walk into my house later that night. “Keep up with what?”

“The weirdest place we’ve had sex. They did it in a store dressing room. All we ever do is the bedroom.”

“Not true.” She pats the granite counter in my kitchen. “We had sex right here. We’ve had sex in the shower. Also, that time we left the curtains open at my place as it was getting dark was a little exhibitionist.”

“Nobody saw us.”

She winks. “You don’t know that for sure.”

I burst out laughing and reach for her hips, pulling her against me.

“Right?” She smiles at me. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get even more turned on knowing that someone could walk through the courtyard and see us.”

My dick stirs. She’s right. We both knew we should get up and close the curtains or move to the bedroom, but we were so fucking hot for each other neither of us could stop, and it did add a little wicked thrill to it all.

“Besides,” she adds, running her hands up under my T-shirt to find skin. “Beds don’t have to be boring. Have you ever had sex on the beach?”

“Uh . . . no.” I frown. “Why?”

“It’s totally overrated. The sand gets everywhere and I’ll tell you it’s painful. Beds are nice and soft and comfy.”

“Fuck. Who’d you have sex on the beach with?” I need to do better than that. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. The bed it is.” I hoist her and throw her over my shoulder.

“Marco!”

I stride out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom.

“Put me down!” She swats at my back. “I’m too heavy for this.”

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