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“Is that Tristan Vega?” she asked me quietly.

Everyone was outside except for us. We’d just arrived and were scoping them out through the floor to ceiling back windows of Dair’s extravagant mansion.

“It is. That’s Tristan Vega, his exquisite wife Danika, and their gaggle of children are scattered all over the yard. I’ve lost count of how many there are. Frankie and Estella’s daughter is in the mix somewhere. She’s staying with their family while her parents are in Bora Bora. Hey, if Tristan and Heath got into a fight, who do you think would win?” I was a big guy, but both of them were NFL linebacker massive.

She ignored me, still looking. I saw when her eyes landed on a tall, beautiful man with dark blond hair. “Is that that billionaire?”

I smirked. I liked that she didn’t know his name. He was a little too pretty boy eye-catching for my peace of mind. I didn’t particularly want Ro’s eye caught by anyone but me. “James Cavendish. He stars in one of the best sex tapes of all time, but I wouldn’t mention that to his face. He’s since reformed, and I’ve heard the whole thing is a bit of a sore subject. Oh, and he’s married to that lovely blond woman he’s got handfuls of that looks like a Swedish bikini model. Her name is Bianca. They have some kids running around out there too. Three of the blond ones are theirs. See over there, there, and there.” I pointed. “The ones that look just like them.”

I remembered a story she’d enjoy. “Iris was once caught counting cards at James’s casino. They’re friends now and they laugh about it, but she’s still monitored every time she goes onto the property.”

She looked at me, jaw dropping. “Are you serious?”

“Oh yeah.”

She laughed. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. That’s so Iris.”

“Right? I knew you knew she was devious.”

She continued to scan the stacked pool party.

“Is that that famous actress?” Ro asked me quietly, awe in her voice. “Wow, she’s even more stunning in person.”

I sent a cursory glance toward the bombshell in the tiny white bikini. She was standing very close to her very obviously possessive husband and chatting with Iris.

I went back to watching Ro’s face, where the true entertainment was for me. “Yeah, that’s Scarlett Durant,” I confirmed, “and yes, she is even more stunning in person,” I agreed.

All these gorgeous women with doting husbands were making love and marriage seem downright palatable. I shook off the silly thought.

“I’ll introduce you to everyone when we go outside, but for reference that big blond man hugging the smaller, pretty, dark-haired man next to James Cavendish is Bianca’s best friend Stephan and his husband Javier. And the two guys with wavy black hair talking to Heath are Lourdes’ older sons, Gustave and Raf. I think that about covers the people you haven’t met before. Any questions?”

“I can’t think of any, but that was a bit of information overload.”

“It’s going to be an interesting party.”

“Hey, guys,” a deep voice said from behind us.

I turned and eyed my very good friend like he was the enemy, just in case he was.

“Carter!” Ro exclaimed.

Oh she remembered him, huh. I was hoping she’d been too drunk at the time for him to make an impression. I gritted my teeth.

He approached and hugged her like they were close friends. She was wearing a bikini and a cover up, and I had to watch her luscious tits smoosh up against his six pack. “Lovely to see you again, Ro.”

I glared at him, but he was oblivious, just smiling as he pulled back from embracing my woman.

“You meet your deadline?” I asked him.

“I did. Hey, can we brainstorm this week?”

I glanced at Ro, who was smiling up at my hunky friend. “At your house, sure,” I drawled. No way was I letting Ro near him again if I had a say about it.

She glanced at me, saw something on my face that amused her, and the smile grew. “Hoyden,” I said quietly.

“Sybarite,” she returned.

Carter looked back and forth between us, grinning.