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Chapter One

If Jack Sito end well Hell, if he could go back in time he’d be up for a do-over, because about two one into the toilet

For starters, his roohed less than a s to be let outside He’d inherited the dog after a nasty break-up with his ex, and da in his power to piss Jack off He supposed the dog had a right to be a pain in the ass, ith beinga name like Coco, but still…

After dealing with that , and he’d soed to twist his ankle on a piece of driftwood Seriously Driftwood

He’d hobbled back to his place—cursing the entire time because what kind of moron runs over driftwood on a near empty beach—only to find that the little turd, Coco, had soone

Now another guy otten about a dog who, according to Jack’s way of seeing things, wasn’t worth the aggravation But Jack Sih he and Coco didn’t see eye to eyeoutside to fend for hile could fly aith him

He found Coco hiding underneath the porch of a neighboring beach house, the one owned by a crotchety old lady naru Not only was she a staunch Republican who disliked pretty ossip, and she’d been riding Jack about Donovan James for months

Seehty excited about the prospect of Jack and Donovan reuniting Photos of Jack and Donovan had surfaced a fewhis ass ever since

Ella: So when are you going to up and irl?

Jack: When I do, you’ll be the first to know (sarcasm drenched retort)

Ella: Don’t be smart with me, Mr I’m-so-handsome-it-hurts-to-look-in-the-mirror

Jack: Aw, Miss Ella, you’reme blush

Ella: Only women blush Are you a pansy or what?

By the time Jack returned to his own beach house with Coco he was severely behind schedule So his mother had been more than happy to remind him about much later in the day, since he was nearly an hour and a half late for his own fundraiser

A fundraiser for the Everglades, and one he’d been working on for the better part of four months A fundraiser thathis brothers Tucker and Beau, as well as his cousin Cooper

And a fundraiser that Donovan James had definitely not been invited to

So why the hell was she across the roo a dress that barely covered her lady parts, with souy’s arht to be there? Jesus, his hair was al Who the hell was he?

“Keep that up and the gossip rags are going to have a field day,” Tucker Simon said, as he sidled up to the bar where Jack was currently nursing a scotch and glaring in the general direction of the woet under his skin like no other woman he’d ever known

“What?” Jack barked, turning to his brother

“You look like you want to take that guy down” Tucker’s grin ide as he accepted a cold beer from the bartender “And don’t think I’ot her eye on you, and if you’re not careful, she’ll drag someone over to occupy your tihters They’re all lined up like a bunch of Barbie Dolls just waiting for a chance at one of the eligible Simon boys Maverick was smart to stay away from this event”

“No shit” Jack’s scowl deepened “Who invited her?” he asked gruffly