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    “It’s not so bad right now.” Gannon glanced between the three of them. “I’m not sure I’ll feel the same when this thing’s moving or when we’re miles away from land.”
    “You’ll be fine,” Milly assured him. “Just think, Cam will keep you busy.”
    Gannon nodded. “Speaking of…” Gannon’s gaze hopped between the three of them once more before landing back on Milly. “I’m gonna go find him.”
    Noah wondered if Gannon felt the tension or if he simply wanted to go find his future husband.
    “I’ll go with you.” Dare took a step forward, his shoulder bumping Noah harder than was necessary. On purpose, no doubt.
    Milly instantly placed her hand on Dare’s chest. “Nope. Uh-uh. You stay here. I’ll go with him.”
    Noah noticed Dare’s frown.
    Before Milly left, she came to stand directly in front of them both. “You two better play nice.”
    Noah had every intention of playing nice. How else would he play? It’d been fifteen years … which was the equivalent of ancient history as far as he was concerned.
    “Oh, and do me a favor.” Fortitude replaced the amusement in her bright blue eyes.
    Noah lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
    “Don’t let me stumble upon the two of you naked anywhere. If you’re gonna get naked, take it back to your cabin.”
    Dare snorted.
    Noah smiled.
    Leave it to Milly to lighten the mood. Or try to, anyway.
    The thought of Dare naked…
    Definitely not what he needed to be thinking about.
    A quick peek at Dare once more and Noah noticed he was still sulking. He didn’t need to wonder why the man wasn’t happy. Looked as though, for some, a decade and a half wasn’t long enough to forgive and forget. It was clear Dare didn’t want anything to do with him.
    Not that Noah understood that exactly. From what he remembered, their breakup hadn’t been Noah’s fault. If his memory served him correctly, Dare had been the one who’d walked away.
    In the middle of the night.
    When Noah was asleep.
    Once Milly left, Noah spared another quick peek at Dare to find him scowling, his eyes leveled on Noah’s face.
    “Why are you here?” Dare hissed, his voice low.
    Noah grimaced. “Because Milly invited me?”
    “You’re tellin’ me it had nothing to do with me?”
    For a brief moment, he felt like laughing, but then he realized Dare was serious. Noah’s face heated, his anger igniting. Lowering his voice, he took a step closer to Dare, getting right up in his face—ignoring how damn good Dare smelled. “How the fuck would I know you’d be here? I haven’t seen you in fifteen fucking years.”
    Not that he’d kept track. Much.
    Dare’s eyes narrowed, his mouth opened, then snapped closed.
    “How do I know you didn’t have something to do with this?” Noah added, unable to refrain. “Maybe you’re the one who told Milly to invite me .”
    Dare moved another step closer, and they were almost touching, chest to knee. “I had no fucking idea you were her stepbrother. Last I remembered, your parents were still married and you were an only child.”
    True. He had been. But a lot of shit had happened since then. Shit Noah did not want to think about today or any day, for that matter.
    “I was,” Noah confirmed. “Right up until the day Milly’s dad married my mother, three years ago.” What he didn’t say was that his dad had died , fucking Noah’s world up beyond repair.
    And yes, maybe this was one hell of a coincidence.
    Didn’t mean Noah had a fucking clue how to deal with it—or get away from it, for that matter. They were stuck on a boat for the next eight days.
    The only positive … it was a big fucking boat.

Four
    Dare knew he needed to get his shit together. Being an asshole certainly didn’t suit him.
    Or maybe it was the clothes he was forced to wear.
    Or both.
    He took a deep breath, trying to fight off the overwhelming emotions that swamped him. It had been more than a decade and a half since he’d last seen