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Right, sure. She tried to help, but Ammo just gave her a look, and she ended up over by Honey and Keira.

“God, that’s a nice sight,” Keira said as Zander pulled off his shirt. “That man has a rocking bod.”

“Pretty sure people don’t say rocking bod anymore,” Honey told her.

“Probably not, but it’s true,” Keira said. She was practically salivating as she stared at her husband.

Honey glanced over at Aimee. “Sorry your husband was such a prick.”

Aimee choked on her sip of beer.

“Honey, you can’t say things like that,” Keira told her.

“Why not? She knows it.” She turned to Aimee. “You know that, don’t you? I mean, only a prick would sleep with that many women. What was wrong with him? Jerk move, am I right?”

“Total jerk move, and he was a complete prick,” she said. “But I was the idiot who stayed with him.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see a way free,” Keira said. “Or to believe you deserve better. It wasn’t until I met Zander that I truly understood what it was like to have someone put me first. He always makes sure I’m protected, that I’m looked after.”

That was so amazing, and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. She glanced over as Ammo ripped off his shirt.

Damn, she’d known he was muscular, but there wasn’t an inch of fat on him. And his skin was tanned everywhere. There was a slight sprinkling of hair on his chest that just made him even sexier.

“I think I’m having a hot flash,” she muttered.

“Nah, you’re just horny,” Honey said.

“I am not!”

She totally was.

“Although I’m really not sure about ogling Ammo or Zander,” Honey said with disgust.

“Oh, yeah? What about Webb?” Keira said.

“Ugh, him either.”

There was a knock on the door, and she glanced through the house with a sigh. The hallway ran from the front door to the back so she could see straight through. She really didn’t feel like talking to anybody today. In fact, she still had this annoying itch under her skin.

Like energy that she couldn’t get out.

She felt like she had to do something, but she wasn’t sure what. Sex wasn’t exactly on the table. She wouldn’t be able to sleep. Maybe she’d go for a run after everyone left, except she hadn’t run since 2008 when she’d tripped over her own feet and fallen flat on her face, breaking her nose.

It had been a total disaster.

The doorbell started up.

“You going to answer that?” Honey asked, glancing over at the door. “Or you want me to?”

Probably better that Honey didn’t answer the door.

She stood and walked to the front door, but suddenly Ammo moved in front of her. “I’ll take care of it.”

He strode through the house toward the door, opening it wide. She moved up behind him with Honey following. Glancing around Ammo she saw Jacob Smith standing there.

Oh, great. He was on his second attempt, and this time he’d brought chocolates.

“What do you want?” Ammo growled.