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staring at me,” Eric said, his dark eyes serious. “It makes me uncomfortable. It’s as if she’s undressing me with her eyes.”
    Harper knew exactly how he felt. It was an emotion near and dear to her heart whenever Eric got that moony look on his face where she was concerned. She enjoyed the local tech guru’s company – and even found him attractive – but there was no sexual chemistry there. Eric didn’t appear to recognize that, though.
    “She has a crush on you,” Harper said. “You should be flattered. In ten years, you’re going to wish a twenty-one-year-old with a body like that had a crush on you.”
    “Her body isn’t that great,” Eric argued.
    Harper arched an eyebrow. “I would kill for her body.”
    “Your body is so much better,” Eric said. “I’ll bet you look great without your clothes on.”
    Harper’s cheeks burned under Eric’s earnest expression. The man fancied himself “bad to the bone,” even riding a motorcycle to cement his perceived reputation. The problem for Eric was that he was much more Fonzie on Happy Days than Jax on Sons of Anarchy . He just didn’t seem to realize it. “I … um … thank you,” Harper said, hoping to steer the conversation back to a safer topic. “Did you get anything from the capture at Undercurrents?”
    “It’s going to take some time to go through the data,” Eric said. “It’s too soon to tell what we’re looking at. I got some good thermal video, though. I’m not sure what we have yet.”
    “Well, don’t worry about rushing,” Harper said. “We don’t have another client today so you can spend the rest of the afternoon going over your data. I know how you love those little chart things you do.”
    Eric scowled. “Chart things? I’ll have you know … .”
    “That those are vital statistical analysis tools that will propel our knowledge of the hereafter into uncharted territory,” Zander said, breezing into the room as he mimicked Eric’s voice. “We know. You’ve told us a zillion times.”
    “Then how come you keep forgetting?”
    “My memory isn’t what it used to be,” Zander deadpanned. “It was probably all that pot I smoked in high school.”
    “I’m so underappreciated,” Eric muttered.
    “I appreciate you,” Harper said, shooting a dirty look in Zander’s direction. “Can you please not poke the bear? He’s going through some files for us and we should respect him because neither one of us wants to go through all of that information.”
    “Data,” Eric corrected.
    “Data,” Harper said, pursing her lips as she tried to ignore Zander’s vigorous eye rolling. “It’s very important data and Eric deserves your respect.”
    “Whatever,” Zander said, sighing with resigned exasperation. “I don’t suppose you would give me the respect I so richly deserve and take me to the lunch you promised, would you?”
    “It’s still early,” Harper protested.
    “My stomach doesn’t agree,” Zander said, lifting his shirt and pointing toward his eight-pack abs. “My stomach says it’s feeding time.”
    Harper snorted. “You lifted your shirt because you like to show off your abs. Admit it.”
    “I’ll admit nothing of the sort.”
    “If you don’t admit it I can’t buy you lunch,” Harper said.
    Zander exhaled heavily, one of those extended gusts that only long-suffering best friends can get away with. “When you work out as much as I do, you should be able to show your body off without people commenting.”
    “I thought you wanted people to comment?” Harper pressed.
    “You don’t have the right parts to comment,” Zander corrected. “Even if you did, though, you’re like a sibling to me. I don’t care how hot of a guy you would make, I’m not into the incest thing.”
    “This conversation is taking a gross turn,” Eric said.
    “He’s right,” Harper said. “Fine. I’ll buy you lunch on one condition … .”
    “That I lift my shirt and wow the male waiter so we can get