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“Language,” Paige says sarcastically. I glare at her.

“Funny,” I mutter.

“What’s going to be funnier is seeing how you’ll wrap yourself around me and put some part of you on that red dot,” Tenny says, pointing to the one in front of her.

More body-to-body contact with her. That’s just what I need when I’m already struggling to stop my mind from wishing the girls were at a friend’s house and I could act on the thoughts I’m having.

“You’re about to see the master at work here,” I say and wiggle my fingers as if I know exactly what I’m doing.

But I don’t.

Not in the least. I attempt to replace my one hand where my foot was, which gives me a face full of Tennyson’s very nice ass. And as awkward and distracting as that is, when I try to wrap my arm around her to reach the only red dot to claim, I end up with the side of my face pressed very squarely against the side of her chest.

We’re talking nose to nipple.

This is a cruel, cruel . . . incredible game.

Tenny’s sharp hiss is enough to make me lose my concentration. My feet slip out from under me, and I fall, my legs sweeping against hers as I go.

My barked-out curse is followed by Tenny’s yelp seconds before she lands squarely on top of me. And if I thought pressing against her back was temptation, then her lying on top of me, her lips so close I can feel the flutter of her breath against my own, is torturous in all the best ways possible.

I think we’re both stunned. Rather, I know I am because there’s no rapid scramble to move off each other. There’s a brief moment where our eyes meet and our smiles widen, and then laughter bubbles up and over. I hate when she rolls off me to collapse on the floor beside me because that moment of enjoying the feel of her weight on top of me is over before I can truly appreciate it.

“How do we judge that?” Addy asks Paige as Tenny and I lie beside each other, staring at the ceiling and not speaking.

Is she thinking what I’m thinking?

“What do you mean how do we judge that?” Paige asks.

How easy it would have been to kiss her? How much I wanted to?

“I mean, who’s the winner?”

“Tenny is,” Paige says. “She was the last man standing.”

“I demand an instant replay,” I say, raising my hand as I push up to a sitting position. “My opponent plays dirty and hip-checked me so I’d go down first because she knew I was going to win.”

Tenny snorts out a laugh as she rolls on her side and stands. “Cheaters never prosper, Madden. Didn’t you know that?”

I snort. “Right, West. Whatever you say.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Crew

Tenny stayed.

It’s all I can think about later when we sit on the back patio as the girls swim. If this is the result of losing to her, I’m perfectly fucking fine with it.

She came to bring the girls gifts, and she stayed. Not because the girls badgered her to have a slice of pizza, but because I asked her to this time. And truth be fucking told, I really wanted her to.

Because this woman is doing things to me that I’m not sure I want undone.

First, she is incredible with the girls.

Second, she’s fucking hot.

Genuine.