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PROLOGUE

FOUR YEARS AGO

REAGAN’S TWENTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY PARTY

COLLIN

“You better be on your way.”

“Carter, I told you I’d come. I’ll make a brief appearance.”

“What do you mean by brief? It’s my wife’s birthday party. You’re my closest friend. It better be more than brief. Since when do you pass up the chance to party?”

I blow out a breath. “I just left a construction site outside of town. I need to run home to shower, and then I’ll be there. I promise.”

I hear him whisper, “Holy shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Reagan just walked out of our bedroom dressed for tonight. Fuck, my wife is hot.”

I can’t disagree with him on that. Reagan Lawrence is the hottest, most perfect woman ever created. I guess she’s Reagan Daulton now. They recently got married.

I hear a slightly muffled, “Sorry, babe, we’re going to be late. Lift up your dress.”

I swallow at what that must look like. My cock starts to harden.

“Carter, I think Reagan told me she wants a threesome for her birthday.”

“No, she didn’t, asshole. Nice try.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh.

“We used to share women all the time. You’re going soft.”

“Not my wife. I’m not sharing her. Ever. She’s all mine. No other man’s hands will ever touch her body again. You’ll understand that feeling one day.”

Unlikely.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

I hear her in the background. “We don’t have time for sex, but how about I suck your…” The line goes dead.

Of course she would offer to suck his dick. On her birthday. She’s perfect.

My cell phone rings again. There’s no way it’s Carter calling back. We’re best friends, but a blow job is a blow job. I get that. I look at my screen and see that it’s my brother, Cormac. I accept the call. “What’s up, Mac?”

“How did the Paulson job go today?”

“It was fine. Another boring, cookie-cutter home is well under way. We’re ahead of schedule. Stop babysitting me. I know what I’m doing. It’s not that hard to build the same house over and over again.”

I work with my brothers at Fitz and Sons Construction. My father, Nolan, started the company, and Mac, Shane, Braden, and I all work there. Mac is the oldest and has taken a quarterback-type role in our operations. Self-appointed. Being the family goofball means that none of them think I can do my job properly, and none of them take my ideas seriously.

“Sometimes you need it. I’m glad it’s going well though. How are the plans coming for Carter’s house?”

Carter and Reagan are building a giant mansion in a Philadelphia suburb. No expense spared. They hired us to build it. I’m thankful to my best friend for this job. It’s one of the biggest in our company’s history. Every contractor wanted the job and submitted bids. Carter and Reagan didn’t even consider them. They hired us immediately and Carter insisted on incorporating all my crazy, unusual ideas. He’s the best friend you can imagine. I’m the dickhead that has a thing for his wife.

“I’m just waiting on the final permits and a few materials bids. We should be good to break ground in the next few weeks.”

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