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“Again—excuses, excuses,” Felix says.
Ronan steps back into the spotlight. Looks like he’s the brother who always needs to be the center of attention. “Have some decency,” he says facetiously to his brothers. “Alana is a married woman. Mom would be horrified to hear you speaking like this to a classy lady.”
Felix snorts. “Mom is horrified every time you open your mouth.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to my brothers. They’re just jealous because all the girls think I’m hotter than they are. Plus, I’m a certified stick-handler.” He winks. “Did I mention that I’m a starter for the New York Troopers?”
Okay, professional hockey player. Now all the hotness and the over-confidence make sense.
“Ugh. You’re infuriating.” Nolan shakes his head. “Hockey, this. Hockey, that. Always using your damn hockey career to get people to like you. Pathetic.”
“And so damn shameless about it, too.” Felix grunts.
Ronan grins smugly. He leans close to me, cupping a hand around his mouth. “Jealousy. Pure jealousy.”
I laugh.
The guys keep razzing each other back and forth, and I can’t help the giggles that slip out. My gaze catches Davis’s from across the yard and the look on his face actually makes my heart skip a beat. I’m about to flood my panties if he doesn’t stop sex-glaring at me like that.
Jealousy looks good on him.
A fourth brother—a tall man with a full beard and a surly lumberjack vibe—joins the fray, his expression a whole lot less flirty than his brothers. And just from the authoritative way in which he carries himself, I’m automatically assuming he’s the oldest of the pack.
“You assholes are supposed to be chopping wood. Not harassing innocent women passing through town.”
“That’s Archer,” Ronan informs me with a jerk of his thumb. “But you can just call him Captain Kill-Joy.”
The guys continue running their mouths and they have me in stitches. I’m literally wiping tears from my eyes when I feel cold, rough fingertips swipe along the exposed flesh at the waistband of my jeans.
My thighs clench and an embarrassing groan pitches out of my mouth as my skin sizzles at the familiar contact.Goddamn.
I’m standing in a circle of hot, bearded, flirty men. Yet, the only man who can turn me on is the one with the pinched lips and the narrowed silver-gray eyes glaring down at me.
“You look like you might need to cool off.” My ex-husband clasps my hand around a red plastic cup. Then he turns his heated glare on the men surrounding me.
Oh boy.
“This is Davis,” I tell the group of brothers.
“Her husband,” he informs them, chin up, shoulders back, challenge in his eyes. He’s gripping his own plastic cup so hard I’m shocked it doesn’t crack in his hand.
“Hey, man.” Ronan nods then introduces himself and his brothers. Davis accepts each outstretched hand that gets thrust his way. But from his expression, it’s clear that he’s not in the mood to make friends.
Seeming to take the hint, Archer lifts his eyes to the darkening sky. “We’re gonna head out,” he tells us. “These amateurs still have wood to chop and I don’t want them chopping off their little wieners in the dark.”
“Bro, we’re done chopping wood for today,” Felix whines.
Archer smirks. “You lost the bet, so you’re done chopping wood when I say you’re done chopping wood.”
Nolan stretches his hand out to me again. “It was apleasuremeeting you, Ala—”
Felix takes a look at Davis’s scowling face. He locks an arm around Nolan’s neck and drags him away. “Take a hint, Toilet Mouth. You’re on another man’s turf. Let’s get out of here before you get your ass kicked.”
“My hands are too pretty for all this wood-chopping shit,” Ronan grumbles as he follows after his brothers. “I can’t be getting dirt under my nails. Never know when I’ll have autographs to sign.”
“Oh, shut up.” Nolan clamps a hand over his twin’s rambling mouth as they go.
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