Chris and Greg hadn’t stopped talking about what they were doing over Christmas. Most of it involved flying across the country to Hawaii and lying semi-naked on the beach all day. On December twenty-seventh, they’d be leaving their kids with their respective parents and taking off for what they both called their second honeymoons. Jordan didn’t want to even think about it. The visuals would leave him traumatized for life. It was bad enough imagining Greg and Chris in swimming trunks, let alone cavorting with their wives. Which brought him nicely onto one of his other friends who was having issues. Alex was freaking out about his upcoming wedding. As far as Jordan was concerned, it was a little late in the day to be having second thoughts. But Alex’s second thoughts had absolutely nothing to do with Emily, his fiancée, and everything to do with his dad. Mr. Green didn’t want to wear a suit to his son’s wedding. Alex had tried everything he could think of to help him change his mind, but nothing was working. Emily had designed all of the men’s suits. Alex was terrified of telling his bride-to-be that his dad didn’t even want to try his suit on. On any sane person’s list of priorities, that had to rank at minus thirty. But Alex had tied himself up in so many knots that it was a wonder he hadn’t called the wedding off. And that brought him right on top of whatever bone Ben was determined to chew. The man practically had a seizure every time he talked about the last man standing. Jordan didn’t know if Ben was more worried about being one of the few single men in their group, or the fact that he hadn’t had sex in nearly three years. The two issues had gotten so tangled inside Ben’s brain that he wasn’t making sense. “I don’t know why you’re so worried,” Jordan said. “I haven’t had sex in over a year and I’m still a fully functioning adult male.” Ben scoffed. “Yeah, but you’ve got prospects. The biggest turn-on in my life is seeing Mary-Jane at the McDonald’s drive-thru.” Greg perked his vacation ears up at that little gem. “Mary-Jane? Isn’t she a little young for you?” “She’ll be nineteen in a couple of weeks,” Ben muttered. Jordan wound back the conversation. “What prospects have I got?” “Sarah,” Ben said with a sigh. That got Alex out of the fuddle his brain had dropped into. “You’re not messing with Sarah are you?” Jordan wasn’t messing with anyone. Not that the thought wasn’t appealing. It was. Big time. “Calm down. Nothing’s going on. It’s all in Ben’s sex-starved imagination.” “You were drooling when she brought the chocolate cake over. Alex did the same thing with Emily and look where he’s ended up.” Alex grabbed another can of sprite out of the bucket at his feet. “I’ve got two points to make before I go and see what the kids are up to. One…marriage isn’t a life sentence and, two…Sarah’s my housekeeper. I’m sharing her out of the goodness of my heart, so hands off.” “She’s working for me because she needs the extra money.” Alex popped the tab open on the can and glared at Jordan. “My point precisely. She’s your employee. She’s a good person. If you break her heart, I’m going to wring your neck.” “Said like a true bulldogger.” Chris saluted Alex with his can of cola. Alex sent a hand signal back before disappearing outside. Ben leaned forward. “So what are you going to do about Sarah?” Jordan had no idea. Especially if she was in the middle of evaluating bachelorette options. If any of those options came with big muscles and a fake spray-on tan he’d have to do something fast. “I’m not going to do anything. Not yet anyway.” “Thank God for that.” Ben glanced at his watch. “We’ve got an hour and a half left before the girls arrive home. Who wants to play a round of poker?” “Not me,” Chris said. “I’d better check on the boys. It’s about time