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"How many exotic revues do you think we're attending tonight?" I ask.

The question echoes through the car. It interrupts the quiet conversation up front. It pulls Cassie from her daydreams.

My best friend laughsof course that's your question. I'm as much of a parody of myself as she is. I bring everything to sex. She brings everything to music.

"Zack is planning the party," Cassie says.

"So a hundred," Jackson finishes.

Their younger brother Zack is a major instigator. No doubt, he's planning something to embarrass all of us.

He and their younger sister, Laurel, are already in Sin City. They arrived a few days early to celebrate solo with the grooms.

They're closer to the pair than we are.

We're more, well, obligatory invites. Honestly, I haven't seen the groom in ages. And I haven't met his fiancé. That's one of the great and horrible things about having popular parents.

Their friends' kids still invite us to all their celebrations. Weddings, baby showers, birthday parties, oh my.

"A strip show isn't wild enough for Zack," Cassie says. "He's probably taking us to an orgy."

"You wouldn't go to an orgy," Damon says to his girlfriend.

"And you would?" Cassie laughs.

"I would," I say, without thinking.

Cassie laughs.

My brother clears his throat.

Through the rearview mirror, Jackson makes eye contact. "It is a prime research opportunity." There's something in his voice. A teasing tone. I think.

It's hard to tell with him. The guy's wit is drier than white wine.

It almost feels like flirting.

No, it does feel like flirting.

Is that possible? I try to examine his expression, but he's a whole row away. I can't see his face. I can't see his green eyes or his brown hair or his strong nose or the tattoo on his chest, the one he got with Cassie—

Why is that so sexy? A man who cares about his family?

I guess it's primal. A man who takes care of his sister will also take care of his future children. Even though I'm looking for a fling, I can't fight the hard-wired desires in my brain.

Symmetry.

Shoulder-hip ratio.

Signs of good genes. Strength. Intelligence. Competence.

Jackson is a strong, capable man who provides and keeps me safe.

Of course, the glasses shouldn't make him more appealing. That's a genetic deficiency. Poor eyesight.

But they're so sexy. As sexy as the serious look he always wears.

Well—

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