Screw the fire. Ty stood up with Imogen in his arms, amused at the squeal of surprise she gave.

They were going back to the sleeping bag.

SUZANNE stared at Imogen across the table at their favorite Mexican restaurant, suddenly envying the bliss on her friend’s face. It had been a long time since Suzanne had felt that kind of moony-eyed happiness. “So I take it you had fun camping?”

Imogen sighed, her cheeks pink, eyes glassy. “Yes,” she said, and burst out with a short laugh. “I really, really did. We went fishing and swimming and hiking. We had lots of great sex, and, Suz, he quoted Shakespeare for me.”

Pausing with her margarita to her mouth, Suzanne felt her eyebrows head for the ceiling. “Ty quoted Shakespeare? Are you shitting me?” In all the years she’d known him, Suzanne had never once seen Ty with a book, let alone something like the Bard.

“I’m serious.” Imogen pushed her glasses up on her nose and leaned onto her palm at the table, like she was too boneless to hold herself up. “Oh, it’s so dangerous, but I do like him.”

The old green-eyed monster rose up in Suzanne again, irritating the shit out of her. She was happy for Imogen, even if she hadn’t figured Ty would be the type of guy to rev her engine. But it was clearly working for both of them, and if Suzanne had learned anything, it was that you couldn’t find any rhyme or reason for attraction. Look at the fact that she herself still couldn’t shake the weak-in-the-knees feeling whenever she saw Ryder and they’d been divorced for damn near two years. Not to mention he almost always pissed her off.

But there it was, and she was stuck with it, and it was really lowering to think that she could be enviousness of Imogen’s happiness. The girl had been far too serious when Suzanne had met her, and if the state of her jacked-up ponytail at the moment was any indication, Ty had loosened her screws up nicely.

“That’s fantastic, honey. I’m glad you’re having fun and that you didn’t get mauled by a bear.”

Imogen laughed. “That is probably a plus. So next weekend I’m going to fly to Texas for the race. Ty says the next few weeks decide the championship. Do you want to go? Tamara said she was in, and she’s bringing the kids.”

Suzanne took a sip of her drink, and set it back down. “I don’t think so, but thanks.”

Imogen’s face fell. “Why not? Do you already have plans?”