A dozen men, half bare chested and half wearing sleeveless vests were embroiled in a game of American football. She’d never seen such a prime collection of six-packs, glutes and pecs. “Holy cr—” Maggie cut Tracy off with a stern look. “Little pitchers.” She patted Emily’s head. “Sorry.” Her sister grinned sheepishly. “But take a look at that.” She followed Tracy’s gaze to the tangle of men. “Oh, my.” Jake. Shirtless. Glorious. Muscles rippled in his broad chest as he scrambled free and leaped to catch the ball. Her heart thudded at the lean, corded strength in his arms and legs. He must have sensed her watching, because his gaze homed in on her like an ice-blue laser. His triumphant grin turned feral as his eyes skimmed her body from head to toe, lingering on her bare shoulders before dropping to the hem of her sundress and focusing on her legs.
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