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had shown up at his house that night.
    “Hey Ange,” he says, extending a hand.
    I so badly want to tell him that only friends call me Ange, but I bite back the remark. I have no reason to hate this man. He’s one of Kenzie’s friends and Deklan’s best friend, so it’s not like he’s going anywhere. I had to get used to being in his company.
    I take his hand, shake it quickly, and give little more than a quick squeeze before releasing it.
    I think he rolls his eyes a split second before he pulls me in for a hug that is entirely too intimate.
    Christ, where were his manners, and is that his junk I feel pressed against my stomach?
    Ewww…
    I think I hear Kenzie laugh behind me, and my cheeks turn pink.
    I never blush!
    Wedging a hand between us, I manage to push away from him.
    His laughter at once is taunting and knowing.
    When I turn around, I’m relieved to see that Deklan has my suitcase in the trunk and is opening the back door for us with a wide smile.
    Such a gentleman. Crazy how two best friends can be so different.
     

    Ryder
     
    Ange is not at all what I expected. I had imagined a carbon copy of Kenzie. Girl next door, easy-going, jean-wearing, tank top kind of girl who can mix in with the crowd.
    Instead, girlfriend here seems a bit uptight. She practically clings to the grab handle above the door window in her effort not to touch me as we take a sharp left turn. I shift a little and move my leg closer. A heavy sigh follows and then she makes busy going through her purse with her free hand.
    Almond-shaped green eyes, tiny nose, and wide, full lips, Ange is attractive, though admittedly not exactly the type I go for. My girls aren’t so…frigid.
    Deklan would argue that any girl walking is my type, and I can’t argue with him.
    One of those full lips lifts the slightest bit, and I shake away a nasty vision of what she could do with that mouth. Then again, hadn’t I heard her name and virgin used in the same sentence?
    I always liked a challenge.
    She’s of average height, slender, and has an amazing ass that even a sundress can’t hide. Her tits are small…maybe a handful, and they fit her body perfectly.
    Her brows lift as I pull my gaze back to her face. Her gaze shifts abruptly to my package and lingers for a full ten seconds. I won’t lie. I’m surprised by the obvious gesture and am more than a little turned on as I fight back a smile.
    “How does that feel?” she says, and when her gaze meets mine, she is not happy.
    “Look all you want,” I say, arms wide open. “I have nothing to hide.”
    She rolls her eyes.
    I like her spunk.
    Too bad she fucking hates me.
    But she’ll warm to me. Everybody does.
    Her firm thighs are so tightly pressed together, I probably couldn’t pry them open with a crowbar.
    Ange had a serious attitude and screamed high-maintenance.
    I’d seen the size of her gargantuan suitcase with the HEAVY tag.
    My family was upper middle class, so I didn’t want for anything really, but I’d heard the stories of where Kenzie and Ange came from.
    They had the kind of money that bought you some level of relief and happiness. And their upper-middle class was in an entirely different hemisphere from Vancouver’s upper-middle class. “So, is this your first trip to the Portland area?”
    Ange barely turns her head. “Yes, it is.”
    “I understand you were offered a trip to Hawaii?” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm from my voice.
    She looks surprised that I knew.
    Clearing her throat, she says, “My best friend is here, so yes, I chose to see my best friend, who I haven’t seen in seven months, over going to Hawaii for a month with my family.”
    I frown. “Why would you pass up paradise over Washington? Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live…but palm trees and long lazy walks on the beach sound pretty amazing.”
    “You forget that we have beaches and palm trees in San Diego. You get used to it after a while.”
    Her tone alone makes me feel like an idiot.