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That’smy cue.

Slapping my legs, I rise, towering over both of them. “Welp, Lori wants us there at noon, so what do you say?”

“This is why I asked Blue to give you a ride. I didn’t know how I was going to tell you, but I knew it had to come out.” Clay kisses her on the forehead before letting go.

“Will you be here when we get back?” She tugs her sweater down to cover the gap.

He shakes his head. “I’ll be heading down after I drop off Devon. I’ll tell him in the truck.”

“Tell me what?” Devon appears, his dark hair still dripping.

The overpowering scent of a heavy cologne precedes him, filling the crowded living room.

Libby wrinkles her nose. “That you reek and need another shower.”

He matches her expression. “No way, that bottle is expensive.”

Clay moves between them. “I’ll call you later, Lib.” Then he gives me a pointed look.

In two short strides, I cross to the front door and gesture for her to follow. “Turkey’s getting cold.”

She pauses to grab her coat, sliding it over her arms as she passes me.

Did I watch as she zipped it up over her chest?

Yep.

Do I feel guilty?

Also, yep.

I’m expecting a fairly silent ride to the Black Gulch, but Libby seems to have other plans.

As soon as I’m settled in, she turns towards me, propping her knee up so I can see the seam between her thighs. “Okay, spill.” Her head tilts expectantly.

“What?” I make a point of keeping my eyes on the road.

She makes it hard to concentrate when she leans closer, stretching her seat belt between her breasts.

Fucking hell.

“Tell me what you know. Dad hasobviouslykept you in the loop.” Her pink lips purse. “How long has he hidden this?”

This is not what I expected. With a groan, I push against the cushions and the steering wheel. “I suppose a few weeks. Shortly after we all got back from Vegas.”

“Char’s wedding?” Her pitch raises. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

That makes me turn to meet her stare. “Clay’s my friend. How do you think it would have looked if I ran to hisdaughter, who I barely know, to seek her approval?”

Why does she have me second guessing myself?

Her face hovers inches from mine, close enough to feel her exasperated exhale before she relaxes back onto her side of the truck.

Thank goodness for the console. She’d have crawled right into my lap.

And she’s naked under those clothes.

Damn it, dick. Down.