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would think had faded the moment he saw the anger in his best friend’s eyes.
    “The fact that you didn’t think we’d be all in for this pisses me the fuck off, Sam. We’re family. If you want to do something, we do it. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it’ll always fucking be. Maybe we can get Makayla to include it in the profile she’s doing, get some good traction for it.”
    Sam stared at Mike, who looked seriously pissed off and offended by how reluctant he had been about asking the band to do this.
    “It’s a big ask, and with everything that’s happened in the last year, I just didn’t want to bring in extra work and obligations.”
    He turned to Jarrod when he heard the man swear. The anger he saw on his friend’s face was unexpected, but he should've known better than to question Jarrod’s commitment. “You think that just because I’m married and have a family now that it makes you or any of the guys in this room any less of my family? That hurts, man. We always stand by each other no matter what. Don’t think that’s ever going to change.”
    Sam felt the pinch of guilt inside him. He hadn’t meant to keep the guys away from this project. The last thing he wanted was for them to feel like he didn’t need them, because he did.
    “I got it, man. I’m sorry.” As he spoke, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and the sound of a baby squealing.
    When he turned around, Trish stood at the bottom of the stairs holding Emma in her arms, and the feeling of envy he had every time he saw them resurfaced. He wanted what Jarrod had—a woman who loved him and a family that gave his life purpose—even if he knew that wasn’t in the cards for him.
    “There’s only one problem with this charity thing. We don’t know anyone who has the knowledge to do this, and I don’t feel comfortable handing this project to management.” Sam nodded in acknowledgement at Tyler. This project was too personal for them to hand off the reins; if they were doing this, they were going to do it right.
    “Actually, we do know someone who can handle something like this.” When he looked at Trish and saw the glint of humor in her eyes, it hit him. He knew exactly who she was talking about.
    They did know someone who had the knowledge—and then some—to make this happen. A five-foot-eight curvy brunette who always got under his skin—Ashlee. When Trish smiled at him, he knew she realized he had managed to put the pieces together.
    “Ashlee.” Her name came out as a whisper on his lips; she was pure temptation wrapped in killer curves and one hell of a sharp mind. Every time they found themselves attending the same charity functions, Sam couldn’t stay away from her. The woman was a magnet, drawing him in with every look, every smile. She was so out of his league, but he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her.
    “Yes. Ashlee is the person you want on your side if you’re planning to launch a charity. She’s the best when it comes to philanthropy, and she specializes in high-profile clients.” Trish handed Emma to Jarrod before sitting beside her husband.
    “Wait, who is this Ashlee?”
    Austin’s question brought him out of his daydream. “Ashlee Daniels, a private consultant out of Atlanta who works exclusively with philanthropists, activists, and nonprofit entities. She specializes in nonprofit start-ups, program development, and campaign planning. She’s smart, witty, and she’s damn good at her job.” He caught Trish’s smile from the corner of his eye. If he had to bet, he would even say that Ashlee already knew about this.
    “And where did you meet someone like her? Isn’t she out of your league, man?” He looked at Austin, who was clearly enjoying trying to get a rise out of him. He never lost control, but if someone could make him go off the reservation, it was Ashlee Daniels. She awoke urges in him he didn’t even know he had, but when it came to her, there were a lot of