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“it’s pretty obvious you do, so let me dumb it down a bit. How do you know each other?”
    “It was a long time ago.” Dare narrowed his eyes at Noah before turning around to face the bar when the bartender appeared. “But not nearly long enough.”
    For some reason, that spiteful remark pulled a smile from Noah. The fact that Dare was unhappy to see him didn’t surprise him one bit.
    Noah glanced at the drinks being placed on the bar in front of Dare. The apple martini would be for Milly; he knew that much. When she wasn’t chugging wine like water, his stepsister was a huge fan of those fruity drinks. And the Rolling Rock … same old Dare. If he recalled correctly, Noah had been the one to introduce an underage Dare to that particular beer.
    If Dare’s drink selection was any indication, some things hadn’t changed with the blast from Noah’s past.
    He allowed his gaze to stray to Dare when the man turned back around and handed Milly her drink. Noah casually took him in from head to toe, doing his best not to let the heat that consumed him show. Just as it had been all those years ago, there was an instantaneous physical attraction that Noah couldn’t deny.
    Dare was casually dressed in a forest-green polo that brought out the green in his hazel eyes, a pair of faded Levis that showcased his long legs, and a pair of brown leather Rockports that looked as though they’d never been worn.
    No doubt about it, the guy still had it going on. Fiercely.
    Those sexy, rugged features had been what had drawn him to Dare in the first place. Dare was the modern-day gay equivalent of a Greek god. Still. Long and lean, he oozed sex appeal with his crooked smile (which was noticeably absent at the moment) and bedroom eyes. And for the twenty-five months they’d been together, the sex had been … off the fucking charts.
    Dropping his gaze to his feet, Noah took a deep breath. He certainly wasn’t going to think about that now. Definitely not with Milly likely scrutinizing his every facial muscle, still waiting for an explanation.
    Milly cleared her throat.
    Noah lifted his gaze to Dare’s, noticing the way he was clenching his teeth, the muscle in his jaw flexing, the tick in his eyebrow making his left eye twitch.
    Yep, still fucking adorable.
    Okay, so maybe some things had changed. He was still long and lean, but gone was the skinny guy Dare had once been, and in his place was a thicker, more muscular, damn sexy man with a determined glint in his eyes. Seemed as though the past fifteen years had been good to Dare. Very good. And he still had the same intriguing eyes, same short, brown hair—though it seemed lighter than before, probably from all the time he spent in the sun, since, according to Milly, the guy owned a marina.
    “So which one of you is gonna fill me in?” Milly was still staring as she sipped her drink. “And you should both know right now, I’m quite adept at torture. So either spit it out or I will drag it out of you.”
    Noah didn’t know how to explain their history together. Didn’t even know if he should.
    “Hey, Mill.”
    Milly and Dare both turned to face whomever the disembodied voice coming from over Noah’s left shoulder belonged to. Noah took a step forward, a tad closer to Dare, before he turned and faced the man who was responsible for saving the day. Though, now that he saw who it was, he was, ironically, also the man responsible for this—whatever this was—by association.
    “Gannon,” Milly greeted, her eyes smiling along with the rest of her as she shifted so that she could include Noah in the conversation. “You remember my stepbrother, Noah.”
    Gannon nodded, then held out his hand.
    Noah returned the gesture. “Good to see you again, Gannon. And congratulations.”
    “Thanks.” Gannon blushed, a move that was noticeable due to the unusual paleness of his skin. “I’m just ready for it to be over.”
    “What? The wedding?” Milly chuckled. “Or the boat