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  Sam tossed her a soda.

  Dustin handed her a plate.

  Aidan kicked a chair her way.

  She sat in the chair, holding the soda and plate, staring at the group talking and laughing amongst themselves, a huge lump forming in her throat.

  She really was part of them. She belonged. And hadn’t that been what she’d been looking for at the beginning of the summer? A place to belong?

  Zach sipped his soda, his eyes hooded as he watched her over his drink.

  She watched him back.

  Around them, the laughter and noise went up a notch, but Zach didn’t join in. Probably because he was hurting far more than he’d let on. She could see it in the grim set of his mouth and the lines of exhaustion on his face. He eyed the pizza on the coffee table in front of him but didn’t take a piece.

  He loved pizza.

  “You okay?” Aidan leaned in to ask her quietly.

  “Not me I’m worried about.”

  They both eyed Zach. “Let’s try this.” Aidan tossed two slices of pieces on a plate, then handed it to Zach. “Hey. The annual picnic is in one week.”

  “So?”

  “So we need an anchor for the tug-of-war against Firehouse 32.”

  “I repeat. So?”

  “So no pansy-asses need apply. Eat up.”

  “Not hungry.”

  “Really? You like being home all day, watching Oprah, eating bonbons?”

  Zach opened his mouth, probably to tell Aidan where to go, but the doorbell rang again, and in came Cristina, carrying a tray of cupcakes.

  Everyone looked at Dustin. Everyone except Cristina, that is, alerting Brooke to the fact that something was going on. Happy not to be at the center of the gossip mill for once, she watched with fascination as the blonde shuffled around without her usual cockiness.

  “The grocery store had a small fire in their bakery.” She set the tray down and grabbed a cupcake in each hand before looking at the gang, carefully avoiding Dustin’s eyes. “So, what’s up?”

  “Nothing,” everyone but Dustin said.

  Cristina sighed and faced the silent and clearly brooding Dustin. “Okay, fine. I’m sorry.” She offered him a cupcake. “Very sorry.”

  Dustin stared down at the double chocolate fudge cupcake, eyes shadowed, mouth unaccustomedly tight. He didn’t take it. “What’s this?”

  “It’s called dessert. It’s what people do when they’re sorry. They bring people treats.”

  “Why are you sorry?”

  “You know why.”

  “Say I don’t.”

  Cristina sighed. “I’m sorry I got mad when you wouldn’t have sex with me again.”

  Dustin raised a brow in tune to the juvenile catcalls from the guys.

  “I am sorry, all right?” Cristina ignored everyone else. “Jesus! Would you just eat a damn cupcake?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Oh my God.” Cristina sighed again, looking at the others, all of whom got real busy with their cupcakes. “Look, I really needed to get laid, okay? It’d been too long and you might have noticed that I was a little on edge.”

  “Was?”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Maybe you’re on edge for other reasons,” Dustin said. “Ever think of that?”

  “No.” She waggled the cupcake in front of his nose. “Are you going to take this or not?”

  Dustin took it, then licked the frosting while studying Cristina thoughtfully.

  The room was unusually quiet now. Brooke was especially so, mostly because she really felt for Dustin. He’d put himself out there and was now hurting.

  She knew the feeling.

  “I’m sorry, too,” Dustin said, mouth full of frosting.

  Cristina went still. “For?”

  “For not having more meaningless sex with you.”

  Sam let out a choked laugh and, without taking her eyes off Dustin, Cristina pointed at him.

  Sam shut up.

  “Does that mean you want to?” Cristina asked Dustin. “Have more meaningless sex?”

  “No.”

  Cristina looked deeply disappointed, but tried to hide it. “Okay.”

  “I’ll have meaningless sex with you,” Eddie said. When Cristina rounded on him, Aidan helpfully stuffed a cupcake into Eddie’s mouth to keep him quiet.

  “Or you could try it my way,” Dustin suggested to Cristina.

  Cristina turned back to Dustin and blinked.

  Dustin didn’t.

  Zach sighed, and with some struggle, stood up, gesturing the others to follow him, clearly not wanting to stay and witness the bloodshed.

  This time, Cristina pointed at Zach. “Don’t move. Did you put him up to this?”

  “Give me some credit,” Dustin answered for him. “I’ve had it bad for you since day one. There’s no way you haven’t noticed.”

  “Whoa.” Cristina staggered back a step and collided with a wall. “What? What the hell did you just say?”

  “I gave you an offer for sex,” Dustin said calmly. “As I believe you were lamenting about your continued lack of.”

  “After that,” she whispered.

  “I said give me some credit. Of course Zach didn’t put me up to this.”

  “No, after that.” She swallowed hard. “What the hell did you say after that?”

  “The part where I said I’ve wanted you since day one?”

  “Yeah. Hang on.” And she sat, right there on the floor. “That.”

  With a sigh, Dustin got up and crouched in front of her. “It’s not a death sentence, Cristina.”

  “Ohmigod.”

  He sighed again. “I was hoping for a more articulate response than that.”

  “Articulate?” She looked bowled over, but he just waited, and she swallowed hard. “Okay, articulate. How about…” She shook her head as if at a loss. “Thank you?”

  He arched a brow. “Thank you?”

  “Look, I’m trying to be polite here, but I really need to throw up. Are you crazy? You’ve got a thing for me? You don’t even know all my faults.”

  “I think I know a lot of them,” he said dryly.

  “Ohmigod.”

  “You’re starting to repeat yourself. Let’s go for a walk.”

  “A walk.”

  “Yes. On the beach.”

  “Are you trying to romance me?”

  “Uh-huh. Is it working?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. No more talk about…wanting me. Promise?”

  “Take my hand, Cristina.”

  She stared at his proffered hand, and then took it. “You should know I’m not putting out on the first date.”

  “Maybe on our second, then.”

  That shook a laugh out of her and, shocking Brooke and probably everyone else, Cristina allowed Dustin to pull her out the door.

  Brooke watched them go, something deep inside her aching. Then she realized Zach was looking right at her. What she’d give to know that he was aching, too, but whatever he was thinking, he kept it to himself.

  A LITTLE WHILE LATER, Zach managed to escape to the kitchen, where he leaned on the sink and stared out the window. He could still hear his friends talking and laughing in the other room. He was grateful for them, but he wished they’d all go away and leave him alone with Brooke.

  The door opened and he turned hopefully, but it was Tommy.

  “How are you feeling?” the inspector asked.

  “I’d be better if you’d convince the chief to let me go back to work.”

  “No can do.”

  “Tommy—”

  He held up a hand. “I agree with you about those fires,” he said quietly. “Okay? You’re right. They’re arson, all of them. I’ve always believed you.” He let that sink in. “But believing you wasn’t the problem. My investigation was—is—undercover.”

  Zach stared at him. “Because…you suspected me.”

  Tommy’s expression was apologetic but firm. “Past tense.”