Once I finish, I drop down by my camera bag off to the side of the group where they’ve all congregated.

“Bad news, baby.” Foster’s walking over as I pull the zipper closed. “Colton bet my everything and lost.” He stops beside me. “Chase gets everything that’s mine, so…”

I shrug, pushing to my feet. “I guess that means I live in Austin now.”

“Nah, I’ll smuggle you out of here.”

Val laughs from farther down. She’s beside Chase, his hand on the outside of her thigh while they talk to the others. His thumb skims over her jeans, and she lights up every time she looks at him.

“How long have they been together?”

Foster glances over at them. “About three years.” He grasps my sides, hands wrapping around my ribs.

“Were they together before his accident?”

Outside of what Foster said and Val saying he had a spinal injury, no one’s told me anything more. I haven’t asked either, not wanting to pry or open wounds. Chase is Chase with or without me knowing the details, and Foster will talk to me about what happened when he’s ready.

“No, they met after.”

His palm starts inching downward on one side.

“They were both at a tech conference,” he says. “She’d been hired for a demonstration, wearing sensors while she danced that provided instant feedback on muscle engagement and form tracking. He was checking out the technology for the company where he works but spent more time checking her out instead.”

Foster runs his fingers along the bottom of my shirt before trailing to my hip. “Chase claims he took her home, but Val says it was the other way around. Either way, Colt and I were in tuxes six months later.”

I smile. “I like the idea of you in a tux.”

“Yeah, well, you couldn’t handle it.” His palm reaches the outside of my thigh and slips just under the fabric of my skirt.

“Let me guess, I’d be throwing my panties at you?”

“You’ll be doing that regardless.”

When he steps closer, he cups my ass with his other hand. Then I see his eyes dart to the side. To Chase.

I look and see his friend’s hand tucked between Val’s thighs, barely moving higher before he glances at us.

“Are you two competing right now?” I land a glare on Foster.

He fights a smile. “That depends.” Dropping the subtlety, he pulls me flush to his chest. “If I admit we are, will you help me win?”

His head hangs lower, so his nose almost touches mine.

“No.” But I stay. I leave his hands on me. I help him win anyway.

* * *

“Are we shitty people for still not telling Colton we already knew each other?”