“Did you guys see which way Drew and Mitch went?” They all pointed toward the bend in the road that led up a hill. “Thanks. What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“Honey, Drew Miller just ran by here in his boxer briefs,” Keri said.

Emma nodded. “And since he’s the only hot guy here not related to or married to one of us and that road doesn’t loop all the way around, we’re going to sit right here and hope he runs by again.”

Unbelievable. Her brother was going to kill his best friend with his bare hands and they were lined up to catch a second glimpse of Drew in his underwear. Not that she blamed them, of course, but there was a time and a place and this was neither.