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Jenna’s eyes soften as she takes the stool next to me. “I can see that you do.”

“Yep!”

We both look at Darcy as she spins around with two cocktails, one in each hand.

She takes a sip from the French martini and screws up her nose, then moves across to the cosmo. “Much better.” She beams.

“What was the ‘yep’ for?” I ask, loving this girl, along with her happy-go-lucky attitude.

She takes another sip of the cosmo and raises the glass in front of her. “Yep. My brother is head over heels in love, and I’m already picking out my outfit for your wedding.”

Butterflies dance in my stomach. I haven’t set eyes on him yet, but I know he’s close.

“Hey, Kitten.”

My chair spins to face the room as a familiar hand wraps around the nape of my neck. Jack steps between my legs and leans down, brushing his lips across my mouth and peeking his tongue out to caress mine.

I’m all smiles and teenage flutters. “I’m sorry about the score.”

“Eeeek!” Jenna squeals at the sight of us, slapping her thigh in celebration. “You two are so damn cute together!”

Darcy sets her glass back on the bar and pins her brotherwith a glare. “And I’ve gone off my cosmo. Seeing my brother make out is gross.”

He doesn’t look at either of them though as he rubs his callous thumb behind my ear, wanting all my attention.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers into my mouth. “Is that okay?”

I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, fighting back a jaw-aching smile. “I don’t have a problem with it.”

He kisses me again, and I hear Jenna sigh from beside me.

“Okay, that’s good news because I don’t think it’s optional for me.”

How in the hell did I not see this boy before?

With another kiss, Jack pulls back, and I stiffen when Tyler comes to stand on the other side of Darcy.

I don’t know if Jack has seen him or can just sense his presence, but as always, Jack’s attention never wavers from me.

“Ignore him. He doesn’t exist.”

I palm Jack’s toned ass and pull him closer, not caring if we’re giving others something to watch. “I know. I just wish it were you and me and no complications.”

His fingertips trace over my thighs. His touch makes me want to haul him out of this bar and say to hell with socializing.

“He can say, do, and think whatever he wants, Kitten. All that really matters is what we know.”

A throat clears from behind us as I drop my hand, and Jack moves to the side.

“You coming to Lloyd’s? I know we lost, but figured the team could use a few laughs. Drinks are on me.” Sawyer looks between us all.

“Did someone say …” Rubbing his hands together, Archer bounces up to us, not looking like a goalie who just let four goals past him.

Although from what I know of this guy, he doesn’t let anything bother him.

Apart from the honey-haired bombshell—otherwise known as Jack’s sister.

It’s clear Darcy hasn’t noticed a thing or the way Archer didn’t finish his last sentence as she raises a finger in the air. “Count me in.”