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“Ten o’clock,” Greg said under his breath. “Oh yeah, he’s fine,” she said, appreciating the form of the well-built man Greg had pointed out. “A solid 8. Maybe 8.5.” “And straight,” he assured her. “You should go say hi.” “Right,” Sara said, rolling her eyes. “Sara, you’re hot,” Greg said, “I don’t know why you’re so hard on yourself.” Sara didn’t answer, and Greg’s suggestion became moot when the man in question was joined by a leggy blonde with very large breasts. The woman stopped Sara and Greg and asked them to take a picture, handing Sara a disposable camera. She draped herself over the man as Sara snapped the picture. When she turned back to Greg, she raised an eyebrow at him. He just shook his head. “You’re hotter than her.” “I’m glad you think so, Greggo, but you,” she said, poking him, “are gay.” He shrugged. “That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a beautiful woman.” “You’re sweet. Now, tell me about this guy you’re seeing,” she said, her discomfort making her change the subject. “He’s hot,” Greg said, grinning. “Hotter than that guy?” Sara asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder. “Yeah, definitely hotter than him.” “Hotter than Travis?” Greg nodded. “Warrick?” “Um…” Greg said, weighing. “Yeah, hotter than Warrick.” “You don’t get much hotter than Warrick,” Sara said, ignoring the knowing look Greg gave her. Knowing about Greg’s never-ending crush on Nick, she asked slyly “Hotter than Nick?” Greg chuckled. “About the same as Nick, I’d say.” There was something in the way he said it that caught Sara’s attention. “Greg,” she said. She stopped walking and turned to face him. “Is it Nick?” Greg shrugged and smirked, which was as much of an answer as any. Sara didn’t press for details, knowing that Greg would tell her more when he was ready. She was happy for him, for them. Greg had wanted this for a long time, and she wondered how long Nick had been interested. She just hoped that Nick was serious about it, because she knew it would break Greg’s heart if he wasn’t. “You know that if he hurts you, he’ll have me to answer to,” she said, squeezing his arm as they started walking again. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”
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