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truth though. I don't like them or their spoiled little kids. And they definitely don't like me.
    "Vacation. You're funny," she teases.
    Grabbing me by the arm she drags me onto the stoop outside, forcing me out of the doorway. I step outside, the summer air warming my skin. It's the perfect time of year when some days are still hot, but the majority of them have cooled down to a comfortable temperature.
    "Move your ass woman. My two favorite people need a proper introduction! You have to meet Evan!" Sierra says, pulling me down the steps. She tugs me with a little more force before dropping the bomb on me which has the opportunity to change everything. "... And his friend."
    Friend? She never mentioned bringing anyone except herself and Evan, but then again she didn't mention coming a day early, either. Please don't be hot. Please be the ugliest friend I've ever seen.
    I haven't given any men a second glance lately. Truth be told, that's because none of the guys, or rather, the boys —definitely not men around here haven't floated my boat in the right way. Knowing Sierra and her delicious taste in men, her boyfriend and his friend will be the hottest guy on the planet. I'm talking drooling-on-myself-cut-their-picture-out-of-a-magazine-and-tape-them-to-my-wall-and-try-not-to-lick-the-picture kind of hot.
    My curiosity sparks. I let her lead the way over to her car and the moving truck sitting in the driveway. I spot two men leaning casually against the truck, smoking cigarettes, looking all tough and rugged. I knew it—drool-worthy.
    The first guy is shorter than the other. He has shaggy black hair which almost gives him a grunge look, tattoos spaced proportionally on his arms, and a killer smile. He's dressed in a pair of Chuck Taylor's, like me, except his aren’t pink. His muscular build is complemented by a blue V-neck T-shirt and light washed denim jeans. He's very attractive, but I assume from the way he beams at Sierra the entire time, he is Evan. He watches her with such adoration, it makes butterflies fly around in my own stomach. He's obviously crazy over her. Sierra is every man's fantasy wrapped into one tall, thin, blonde package.
    I flick my gaze to the other man who stands much taller than Evan and much more muscular, also with tattoos. He has so many more than Evan that I couldn't count them if I tried. There is no bare skin on his arms; every spot is filled with designs and eye popping color. I look him over slowly. He has short brown hair, even shorter on the sides, which screams for me to pull on it. The day old stubble covering the lower half of his face is what sex is made of. I can't stop the thoughts of what it would feel like rubbing against my thighs. He's rugged and absolutely all man. His black t-shirt seems stretched, getting ready to rip in half at any minute by his muscular upper body. I watch his muscles ripple, the pure strength of them amazing. He smokes his cigarette, not letting on that he knows I’m watching him. My mouth waters at the thought of the six pack I just know lies underneath his tight t-shirt. His legs are covered in ripped dark blue jeans and he wears a pair of black work boots. To say he's just good looking is an understatement. He's as sexy as they come. Too bad he’s a broken heart waiting to happen.
    I try to imagine what he does for a living, but there are too many possibilities. Bouncer? Maybe. Police officer? Probably not. Construction? Good possibility as well. Bodybuilder? This one could be the winner, but the fact he doesn't look like a meat head has me second-guessing it as a no.
    The shorter guy makes the first move, snapping me from my mystery man trance. He extends his hand, which I accept graciously. His hands are large, but my guess is mystery man's will be larger. I bet nothing on his body is small. A man can't look like that and have anything less than the best of everything.
    "I'm Evan. Nice to finally meet ya. I know we've talked on the phone a couple