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Fuck, I can’t pop wood in front of my friends.

A subtle adjustment hides the evidence as I picture Billy and Gruff mounting me. I shudder. That deflates my desire real quick. “I figured it was time to get on the lake, just us guys. Like the good old days.”

“Uh-huh.” Ridge’s aviators block the glare I’m certain he’s aiming at me. “You could just admit we’re the alternates.”

My frown can’t compete with his grump face. “You’re my starting lineup.”

“More like a sure thing. You know we don’t have plans when the bar is closed.”

I shrug and scratch at the stubble collecting sweat. “For the record, Cassidy has yet to grace Shipfaced with her presence.”

“She’s got her priorities straight.” The former defenseman fights a grin.

Garrett chuckles, tipping his can to his lips. “Look who’s flinging shit. As if you’d choose us over Callie.”

“How about that,” I hoot. “Foster is the voice of reason.”

He brushes off his bare shoulders. “I’m maturing.”

“That’s one term for it,” Ridge mutters.

“What’s wrong, Crusher?” I stand and my legs wobble as the water turns choppy. “Do you need a hug? Have I been neglectful? C’mere, you big lug.”

He smacks my open arms. “Save the shmooze for your girlfriend.”

An exaggerated sigh escapes me as I reclaim my seat. “If you insist.”

“Speaking of, has Cassidy been to your house yet? Or are you still afraid she’ll think it’s a dump?” Garrett rolls his eyes as if the idea is ridiculous.

My gaze lowers to picture her reaction. “I’m ready when she is.”

“She’s gonna flip her shit.”

“Here’s hoping,” I laugh.

Ridge’s scowl cracks slightly and he lifts his Coors Light. “Cheers to finding your baby mama, Granger.”

“And minus the drama. Winning!”

“Glad to see you settled,” he adds.

“I’ll drink to that.” I tap my beer to his.

Garrett leans in, joining the toast. “And to kinky sex that never gets boring.”

“I’ll be sure to add that in my speech at your wedding.” Cool relief soothes my throat as I chug the rest of my beer.

Ridge almost smirks. “That’ll go over well with the missus.”

“Grace is worse than me. Insatiable. Just the way I like her,” Garrett chuckles.

“Well, damn. Cassidy only unleashes the freak every other weekend.” Not that I’m complaining. Those three kid-free days are real bangers.

Laughter folds Garrett in half. “Don’t act deprived. You’ll take what you can get.”

“Got that right.” I would’ve waited for marriage if she wanted to. That would’ve given me an excuse to rush her down the aisle faster.

Ridge scrubs over his face, most likely thinking about his own vixen. “Shouldn’t we be talking about fishin’ or some shit?”

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