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had traveled down a dangerous road.
    Every time his fingers had brushed against the silky smooth skin of her back, memories had entered his mind , and for a fleeting moment, he had longed to touch more of her soft flesh. Just the thought, even now, stirred his cock. He shook off the attraction. Some things never changed, and he doubted if his desire for Felicia would ever die. Interesting, considering he had been committed to Brady for years.
    Despite her being Collin’s younger sister, she was more. She had been part of his life since he was sixteen and her eleven, then one day she grew up and had captured more than his attention.
    She could have had more. Much more.
    Collin had been his longest friend , next to Brady, ever since the Morgans had moved to Landon to be close to Clarissa Morgan’s parents after their father had been killed in a work related accident. The same ranch, which had been willed to Felicia and Collin, was the very one bought by Brady and Mickey. Collin still stayed there when he was in town and not digging up history somewhere. As for Felicia…
    “Is everything okay?” Her voice interrupted his thoughts, and he flashed the brunette beauty with big brown eyes and long dark lashes a reassuring grin. She had dated Paul for a total of nine months and had hastily gotten engaged after three. What the hell was she thinking?
    “Fine,” he lied, not wanting to cause a scene and struggled with whether he should tell her privately , or at all, what a scumbag she was going to marry. He needed to talk to Brady, except that would most likely lead to a fist planted in Paul’s face where Mickey had restrained. “Everything is fine, doll.”
    He could tell by the slight crinkle of her brow she didn’t entirely believe him. As he sat in the chair , he darted a glance at Brady who also didn’t look convinced. His expression held a silent question.
    Mickey shook his head once, sending an inaudible message that they could discuss things later to the man he shared his life and the ranch with. Now definitely wasn’t the time. He still had to get through lunch and not deck the son of a bitch who proclaimed to be the doting fiancé.
    As if on cue , the cheating slime surfaced with a weasel smile firmly intact on a face begging to be punched. He turned to Felicia and winked. “Miss me?”
    Her brows lifted , and a faint smile dusted her full lips but failed to reach her eyes. She remained quiet and nodded once. Slim fingers reached to her neck and toyed with the expensive pearls. The same necklace he and Brady had given her when she finished university three years ago.
    “Felicia, darling, you haven’t touched your salad.”
    She snapped her attention to Paul’s mother and lowered her long, slender fingers back to her lap. “I actually—”
    “Please don’t tell me you’re worried about your weight,” Paul interjected. “Eat . The salad, lettuce and tomatoes aren’t fattening.”
    Felicia turned to the jerk. “I’m not worried about my weight , unlike you.” An undertone he couldn’t pinpoint coated her words.
    He better not think she’s fat.
    In truth, Felicia was curvy, but certainly not fat. In a fitted dress, she had a body that could stop traffic, complete with a set of long gorgeous legs. He clenched his fist underneath the table. If he and Brady hadn’t promised Collin they would ensure his sister’s happiness, he might have already made contact with the dick lawyer’s mouth. A knot formed in his stomach. From what he had seen, Paul was going to make Felicia the o pposite of happy. He wished he knew if Collin would want him to intervene or not.
    “The salad has dressing on it,” Brady stated matter of fact.
    Just like his partner, Mickey already knew why Felicia hadn’t touched the salad. A genuine smile crossed her mouth and this time her eyes sparkled as she turned her attention on Brady. “You remembered.”
    “Since when do you not like salad dressing?” Paul asked with a peeved