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make her forget about the husband that either neglects or forgets her.
    Paying or not, I have zero interest in them tonight.
    “I’m going to ask McKenzie to marry me,” West says, and I nearly choke on my beer.
    “Uh-huh.” Placing the bottle on the top of the bar, I scrape my finger over the corner of the label, peeling it back a little. I knew this would happen. Why shouldn’t it—my brother and all of our friends were married. Only West and I were the holdouts. But, damn it, we’re only twenty-three. Why in the hell should any of us be married? “Sure you want to do that?”
    “Seriously, dude?” He punches my shoulder, and I let out an oof . “You should be happy for me.”
    “Yay,” I say with all the enthusiasm of a funeral goer. “So happy you’re getting married and shit.”
    West gives me a look. “I’m not dying, you asshole.”
    “Might as well be,” I grumble. “Is it weird for me to identify with Katherine Heigl in 27 Dresses?”
    “You do look pretty in pink.”
    I tip up my beer. “Dude, I look pretty in any color.” Signaling the bartender, I set my empty bottle down, but she blows right past us to wait on another customer. “What the hell?”
    West laughs. “That’s what you get for being a dick.”
    “I wasn’t being a dick.”
    He tilts his head to one side, mouth thin and eyebrow raised. “Try again.”
    “ Maybe I was being a dick.”
    “Better.” He pats the barstool beside him. “Sit down.”
    Reluctantly, I do. I know what’s going to happen next. West will lecture my ass, and then find out why I’m being this way. “Is Crystal back in town?”
    Fat chance of that happening. My mother is content to live out west with the guy she wants me to start calling Daddy. Yeah, he’s my biological dad, but he’s also the cop who regularly busted mine and Cole’s asses growing up before that little secret came out.
    “What do you think?”
    “I think that there are only three people in this world, including myself, who can get you all worked up. Two of them aren’t here, so…”
    Exhaling, I drum my fingertips on the bar. “It’s uh, Miss Violet’s new renter—the widow.” I had given West the news that I’d be staying the summer in Forrestville because Rae’s grandmother’s house had been rented.
    “I like her,” he says.
    “You haven’t even met her.”
    “Don’t have to.” He grins. “She’s the reason why you’re staying the summer, instead of taking off earlier, like you’d thought about doing. Hell, I might be in love with the lady.”
    “She’s no lady.” I picture Brooklyn’s sexy little body, her pouty lips, and storm-colored eyes. Yep, the exact opposite of what I thought Mrs. Reeves would be.
    “She’s a dude?”
    “Nah.” I shouldn’t have let him get this much out of me. Already, I feel anxious, like I need to check on her. Or at least the house to make sure everything is okay.
    “Then explain.”
    “Brooklyn—”
    “Brooklyn, huh?” He takes a drink. “That’s not the name I was expecting.”
    Giving him a dark look, I say, “You weren’t the only one.”
    “Just spit it out, Parker.”
    “She’s young, like our age. Her husband died in the war. He was a Marine. I tried helping her move into the house today.” I leave out the part where I had been an ass to her, when all she’d been was friendly.
    “Damn,” he mutters and his eyes get all knowing. “You tried helping? As in attempted but was thwarted?”
    “You and your ten dollar words.”
    “Don’t change the subject.”
    I clench my jaw. “Let’s just say our meeting wasn’t very cordial.”
    “Which means you, for some reason only known to God, were an ass to her.” He shakes his head. “That makes no sense, man. You’re the friendly one of the Morgan boys.”
    “She rubbed me the wrong way.”
    “You’re still not telling me everything.”
    “I might have accused her of lying about being a widow,” I mumble into my drink. “And she might