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    A chest that could fill the pages of an anatomy text and have students the world over eagerly memorizing the hundreds of muscles and tendons and bones comprising the thoracic wall.
    Brandy moved lower, and more skin was exposed. Nicely formed abs came into view. Brad’s navel finally made an appearance, and Cole’s heart went into overdrive. Then came the dusting of hair that disappeared into the waistband of Brad’s jeans, and Cole’s limbs grew heavy, straining under the weight of all the nerves and irritation and lust currently tracking through his veins.
    When Brandy peeled the edges of the shirt apart, the bandage covering Brad’s laceration brought to mind the memory of warm skin beneath Cole’s hand, the feel of Brad’s breath on Cole’s fingers as he’d sewn up his wound. Without breaking a sweat, Cole had opened abdomens, racing against the clock to find a potentially lethal arterial bleed. But it had taken every ounce of self-control he’d possessed to keep his fingers from shaking during the simple process of suturing Cole’s chest.
    “So what has you two at each other’s throats?” Brandy asked.
    The dancer’s question brought a tantalizing image of Cole’s mouth covering the pulse at Brad’s neck.
    “Oh, you know, weddings are so stressful.” The twinkle of humor in Brad’s eyes grew bright. “Dealing with family, with friends…” Brad lifted his brow. “We’ve been together twelve years, but the event was bound to put a strain on our relationship.”
    A sympathetic murmur escaped Brandy’s lips, and Cole narrowed his eyes at his friend. Damn Brad and his love of the absurd. Of course he was amused. The stripper assumed they were in the midst of a lovers’ spat just days before they were set to tie the knot.
    Cole sent him a sarcastic smile. “And whose idea was it to get married?”
    “Mine,” Brad said. He looked up at Brandy, the picture of sincerity. “Of the two of us, I’m the romantic one.”
    Brandy looked like she was going to melt, and Cole rolled his eyes.
    “The trouble started yesterday when I kissed Cole,” Brad said, nodding in his direction.
    Her brow crinkled in surprise. “And when is a kiss a problem?”
    A hundred responses paraded through Cole’s brain. When there’s an upcoming wedding? With a fiancée, not a fiancé?
    Or how about because of their damn history?
    Instead, Brad went on with a mock-soulful look, as if his heart had been broken. “I was so upset when he wouldn’t kiss me back.”
    Son of a…
    Cole couldn’t help it. He let out a loud, indignant huff.
    Brandy pursed her lips and rounded Brad’s chair, coming to a stop between them, annoying Cole by blocking the visual daggers he was currently hurling at Brad. She reached down and gripped the edges of Brad’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. The surprise on his face made Cole laugh, until she dragged his friend over and gently pushed him onto his lap.
    “Time to kiss and make up, boys.”
    Dumbfounded, Cole looked up at Brad, hoping his mouth wasn’t hanging open like his jaw was broken, fingers tight around his empty tumbler. Brad looked pleasantly surprised and totally on board with Brandy’s plan, that cocky grin reappearing as he twisted to straddle Cole’s legs.
    Brandy looked as if she’d just negotiated a lasting world peace.
    Despite the pleasure paralyzing his muscles, Cole raised his free hand to Brad’s chest and tried to sit up, intent on pushing him off. But Brandy was now positioned behind Cole, and she lightly pressed her hands to his shoulders, keeping him in the chair.
    Her breath at his ear, she said, “Why don’t you cut your fiancé here some slack?”
    For some reason, the spark of amusement in Brad’s eyes was instantly doused, replaced by a gaze dark enough to blot out the sun. “Jesus, Cole,” Brad said. It was the first time Cole had ever seen the younger man ruffled. “I just want to know…”
    Brad swallowed hard, and Cole followed the