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Eeyore?” He nudged Blake with his elbow. “For your birthday?”
    â€œDisaster,” Blake confirmed with a dour nod.
    Aidan nodded, winking at Brooke as he successfully ruffled Cristina’s feathers. “Cristina here burns water with spectacular flare.”
    â€œHey, I’ve got other talents,” Cristina said.
    Aidan grinned. “Sure you do.”
    Cristina waved her fork in his face. “Don’t make me kick your ass.”
    â€œYou cooked,” Brooke repeated, looking at Zach.
    â€œWhy are you so surprised?”
    â€œBecause—” Because it was a hidden talent, and now she was wondering at his other hidden talents. “I’m just impressed, that’s all.”
    â€œWell, welcome to the twenty-first century,” Cristina muttered, still glaring at Aidan. “Where men cook. And in case you haven’t heard, us women can vote now, too.”
    Everyone laughed, and Brooke rolled her eyes, but when she looked around, she realized they weren’t laughing at her at all. She was included in the joke.
    Zach was gazing at her, his mouth curved, looking relaxed and easygoing and, damn it, gorgeous, and something came to her in that moment.
    She belonged.
    Aidan and Cristina were still bickering, Blake and Dustin were thumb wrestling for the last serving of lasagna, Sam and Eddie were shoveling in their food and laughing over something…they were all as dysfunctional as they could be, and they were a family.
    And she was a part of it.
    Sam took the last of the lasagna and everyone protested. “Hey, there’s two kinds of people in here—the fast and the hungry. I’m the fast, that’s all.”
    Zach smiled at Brooke with a genuine affection that stole her breath.
    And replaced it with heat.
    Oh boy, a lot of heat.
    â€œHey,” Sam said. “Don’t forget, I need everyone to sign up for party duty. The chief’s b-day bash isn’t going to throw itself.”
    â€œYeah, and why are we doing this again?” Blake asked, classic Eeyore.
    â€œTo have an excuse to have a party,” Eddie explained.
    â€œTo kiss up, you mean,” Blake said, sounding disgusted with all of them. “Don’t forget the kissing-up part.”
    â€œWell, maybe if Zach spent some time kissing up—” Sam accompanied this with kiss-kiss noises “—he wouldn’t be called to the principal’s office to get spanked every other day.”
    Zach sighed.
    Cristina reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’d rather be spanked than hold my tongue.”
    â€œMe, too,” Aidan said, in between mouthfuls of food. “Me, too.”
    â€œYes, but…” Blake sent Zach a frustrated look. “It wouldn’t hurt to lay low, let the chief get distracted by someone else’s ass once in a while.”
    Zach shook his head.
    No can do on the lying low thing, apparently.
    â€œI can tell on Sam,” Eddie suggested. “For leaving porn in the bathroom. Maybe that would take some of the heat off Zach.”
    â€œHey, what did porn ever do to you?” Sam protested.
    They all laughed, and Zach smiled, but Brooke could see that it didn’t reach his eyes.
    Later, she sought him out in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator for a bottle of water, then leaned back against the counter, taking a long drink. He was behaving himself. Not mixing business and pleasure.
    He was also quiet. Hurting.
    Telling herself she was crazy, she walked toward him and took the water from his hand.
    He just looked at her.
    â€œThat friend thing…” she started.
    â€œYeah?” He gripped the edges of the counter by his sides, and she wondered if that was to ensure he didn’t touch her. She wished he could have put those hands on her, but she’d seen to it that he wouldn’t try.
    For her own good.
    Damn, she was tired of for her own good. “If we’re friends,” she