It took all of my willpower not to give an exaggerated eye roll over Becs fawning all over Jed.

I mean, yeah, I could admit the man was good-looking, even with the stubble, but the girl was practically salivating. It wasn’t that I was jealous, obviously, or really even cared one way or another, but still, girl, have a little respect.

“What are you huffing about?” Jazzy asked quietly, leaning in close.

“What? Nothing.” I protested, picking up the beer the guys had given me, then putting it back down. “Why do I have this? I don’t want beer.”

“What do you want?” Jazzy asked with a smirk. “Jed?”

“No,” I replied, a little too loudly.

When the guys turned to look at me, I just smiled then scooted closer to Jasmine and whispered, “Why would you even ask such a thing?”

“Well,” Jasmine began. “Because you looked like you wanted to rip Becs’ arm off and beat her with it when she was flirting with Jed, even though it’s obvious he isn’t interested. Or, maybe, because Jed is seriously easy on the eyes, and you haven’t been laid in over a year…”

“Hey!” I cried, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one heard her. When I was satisfied they didn’t, I looked into her pretty green eyes and asked, “Could you not announce my lack of a love life to the entire bar?”

“Sorry,” my cousin said with a wince, “I didn’t mean to say it so loud. Anyway, my point is, Jed’s hot and single … you’re hot and single. Why not go for it?”

I looked at Mr. Tall, Dark, and Annoying for a moment, pondering, then shook my head.

“He’s not my type,” I replied, then looked at her curiously and asked, “Have you? Gone for it … with Jed?”

Jasmine looked over her shoulder then turned back with a grin.

“Nah. I thought about it when we first met, but he’s too close to the family now. Everyone would be all up in our business.”

I scoffed, “Then why do you want me to go there?”

Jasmine lifted one shoulder.

“It’s different for you. You just got back and haven’t been around him as much, he’s practically a stranger.”

“He is a stranger.”

“There, see, so why not get to know him better by getting in his pants.”

“Jeez,” I gasped, my cheeks heating. “What is wrong with you?”

Jazzy just chuckled and stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Didn’t you say you wanted something else to drink? Let’s go to the bar, our food won’t be out for a little while yet.”

I pushed the full glass of beer back toward the pitcher so someone else could drink it, then got up to follow Jasmine to the bar.

“You lovely ladies need something else?” Shane asked as he sauntered over to us.

Now, there’s a man who is always sweet, is terribly sexy, and has a hot Australian accent to top it off, I thought as I smiled at Shane. Unfortunately, he’d been mooning over Jasmine as long as I’d known him.

And, for some reason, although she’d flirt with him just like she would any man within a twenty-mile radius, Jasmine had never given him the time of day.

“I’d like a dirty martini,” I said, then leaned over the bar and added throatily, “Extra dirty.”

Shane leaned over on the other side, coming so close there was just a couple inches between our faces. I could see the different shades of blue in his eyes and smell his scent, which was somehow always beachy.

“How about a pash for it?” he asked, his voice low and sexy.

“Knock it off,” Jasmine said a little too harshly, her hand reaching between us to push Shane back.

Shane just winked at me and moved to make my drink.

“What’s a pash?” I asked, grinning when I turned to see Jasmine scowling back at me. “Now who’s jealous?” I couldn’t help but ask, needling her the way she’d done me.

“I’m not jealous, but flirting with his friend isn’t going to get Jed to ask you out.”

Growling, I said, “I don’t want him to ask me out. Please stop talking about it. If he wants to hook up with Becs, he can have at it.”

“Becs?” Shane asked as he set my glass down in front of me. “Don’t worry about her, she’s a bit of a goer, but she’s harmless. Jed’s not interested, but she can’t seem to stop herself.”

“What’s a goer?” I asked, picking up my martini and taking a sip. “Mmmm, delicious.”

Shane grinned at me and answered, “It means she likes sex.”

“Oh,” I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. “And, how about a pash?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Shane lowered his voice again in that sexy way, making him even more irresistible than he already was. “It’s a kiss … a good, long, hot, passionate kiss.”

I think I squeaked in response.

Shane walked away with a chuckle to help another customer, and I looked over to see Jasmine glaring at me again.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t encourage him,” she said with a sigh. “He’s the worst kind of player.”

“No,” I argued. “I don’t think that’s true. I like him, he’s a good guy.”

This time, Jasmine growled.

“I’ll make you a deal. You don’t talk to me about Shane, and I’ll lay off about Jed.”

“Deal.”