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My eyes flare wide that he got it in one guess. I don't want to admit it out loud, so I nod.
"What an idiot," Beck mutters.
“What's going on in here?” Another voice comes down the hallway, but it's getting closer.
I pull my towel tighter around myself. Beck's gaze darts down to my chest, then back up to my face. He clears his throat and walks to the door of his bedroom.
"Looks like we have company, gentlemen."
"Company?" Two voices ask at the same time.
“Yeah. There was a mix up and Kim promised the cabin to—“
“Kim your ex? Why would she—”
"Kim and I are on good terms. I've let friends of hers stay here a few times since the divorce."
The only response to that is a grunt. I'm not feeling very welcome. Beck turns to me.
"Why don't you get dressed and meet us in the kitchen? We brought plenty of food."
"Okay."
As Beck slips out of the bedroom and closes the door, I hear his friends grilling him.
"Who's here? Is it one of Kim's friends?"
"Why isn't she dressed? Is she hot?"
"Would both of you shut up?" Beck groans. "It's Lia, Kim's oldest, and she's had a rough time. You will both be on your best behavior..."
The rest of what he says is lost to me because he's gotten too far away. I pull on the first outfit I take from my suitcase, a UC Berkely T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and head out to the kitchen.
"What d'you mean your limiting alcohol consumption?" Someone asks.
"I mean, I don't want you getting drunk and bashing all women in front of Lia. I don't want you trying to convince her that true love doesn't exist," Beck says.
There's a snort. "You think it does?"
"Love exists. And there are millions of great women out there. You just happened to marry one who's a selfish asshole."
"Amen to that."
And that's when I step into the kitchen. Both Beck's friends give me the once over. They're both around his age, both fit, but neither one can hold a candle to Beck.
ChapterThree
Beck
Idon’t like the way either of my friends are checking Lia out. Steve’s never met her and it’s been close to four years since Dean’s seen her. She’s definitely grown up. She used to be all arms and legs. Now she’s softness and curves. I will my dick to stay down because he’s memorized all her curves. Especially since I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra.
“Lia? Wow. You’ve grown up.”
A growl rumbles up from my chest at Dean’s flirty tone of voice.
“Thanks?” Lia crosses her arms over herself.
I feel the need to protect her, but not in a fatherly way, not after seeing every inch of her body as water cascaded over her skin… fuck. I need to stop this train of thought.
