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TWENTY MINUTES LATER, we drove into the heart of town and parked at the marina. Duncan was waiting for us in the shop.
“Hey, Duncan,” Nathan hollered.
“How’s it going?” he replied.
Nathan grunted. “Seriously, dude, I don’t even know how to answer that. This had been a damn nightmare.”
“I bet.” Duncan walked over and put his arms around my waist. “You okay?”
I nodded. “You look nice.” Handsome, more like it. Especially in the light blue button-down shirt. It brought out his tan and showed off his muscular arms.
“Thanks. You look gorgeous. As always.”
“Thank you.”
He released me and took a step back. “That dress.” He whistled. “I swear. I’d better watch you like a hawk.”
“I’m glad you like it. I wore it for you.” I glanced toward Nathan, daring him to say otherwise.
My brother
