I slipped my keys into my jeans and took my hoodie off, dropping it on the back of a nearby camping chair. “Happy?”

Jacob took in my fitted black turtleneck, lips pursed. “Hmm…” He tugged the hem of my sweater up so that it exposed a slice of my lower stomach. Then roughed his hands through my hair, causing the waves to go in every which way. “Better. You have a tight, little body. Fucking own it, girl. Now you’re dressed like as a sexy, lazy college student.”

I took the drink Brit shoved in my hand. “Are you done dressing me like I’m your own personal Barbie?”

“Bitch, if you were my Barbie, you’d be half naked.”

I laughed. “Good thing I’m not.”

He dropped an arm over my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here. For real.”

“Me too.” And once I said that, I was glad. I was here. I made it. This was huge. I even took a sip of my beer. Look at me. Party animal extraordinaire.

Telling myself I wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, I glanced around the garage. It didn’t take long to find Cam. Being that he was a good head taller than most of the guys around, he was easy to pick out. Seeing that he wasn’t dressed any differently than he normally was brought a smile to my face.

Cam was standing near the beer pong table, arms folded across his chest. His biceps stretched the short-sleeve shirt he wore. I didn’t know what it was with guys dressing like it was warm outside when it was obviously not.

Beside him was Jase, who was as equally tall as Cam, and just as nice to openly gawk at with his slightly longer brown hair. He too was dressed like it was sweltering and a dark tattoo peeked out from underneath his sleeve.

Brit followed my stare and sighed. “I don’t know which one is hotter.”

Cam, to me, won hands down. “Me neither.”

“I’d take them both,” Jacob commented.

“At the same time?” Curiosity filled Brit’s tone.

Jacob grinned. “Hell yeah.”

“A Cam and Jase sandwich.” Brit shivered. “I wish that was on the Dollar Menu.”

I laughed. “I think they’d cost more than a dollar.”

“True,” she murmured and then sighed out a, “I need to get laid.”

Jase elbowed Cam and said something. A moment later, Cam looked in our direction. A wide smile broke out across his striking face. He put his cup down on the edge of the ping pong table.

“And here comes one of them,” Jacob said, looking at my slyly. “It’s about to become a Cam and Avery sandwich.”

“Shut up,” I said, flushing.

People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students. I took a step back, suddenly nervous.

Cam didn’t hesitate. There was a confident ease in everything he did. His arms were around my waist in under a second, lifting me off my feet in a bear hug. Brit wisely grabbed the cup from my hand before Cam spun around. I clutched his shoulders as the walls of the garage whirled.