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"Stop staring at the jailbait."
Dan Beckins's best friend, Geoff, knocked him in the gut with an elbow. "I'm disappointed in you. You're a lawyer. You know jailbait implies they're under eighteen. These are sorority girls. They're all at least eighteen." His eyes drifted back to the curve of some undergrad's butt as she bent over to tie her shoe. "God bless the Greek system."
"Uh-huh. We're divorce attorneys, not defense. Spare me your excuses." Dan picked up another two-by-four and angled it until it rested on top of the others. "Get your ass over here, Greek Lightning, and hold this steady before I drop it on your head. Don't think I'm going to forgive you for roping me into this project by conveniently forgetting to mention the Christmas angle." He was tempted to drop it anyway, just to exact a little revenge.
Geoff walked over and then pretended to be helpful by holding the board while Dan hammered. His eyes, though, stayed on the other side of the room where a dozen college girls stood around a table, chattering so loudly Dan thought his head was going to explode. The table itself was a glitter-bomb of red and green craft projects. They were setting up the Santa's Workshop in the rec hall of the children's hospital as their philanthropic event of the semester. And honestly, while he could do with a little less high-pitched chatter, they weren't doing a bad job. What he remembered of sorority girls from his own time in school had left the impression of flighty, shallow females caring only about the next chance to snag the head frat boy of the week. But these ladies seemed focused on both fun and functionality, wanting to do a good job. The high-pitched squealing, he could do without. But at least they were dedicated workers. Unlike some people... He shot a glance at his friend. But with the Kappas' help, maybe he'd escape the Winter Hell Land earlier than expected.
Dan grunted and swung the board around, only sighing a little as Geoff ducked easily and escaped the path of the two-by-four.
"Watch it, man." Geoff rubbed a hand over his hair. "I only have one head."
"You must have lost your mind to think I'd want in on this."
"It's charity." Geoff grinned at him.
"It's Christmas charity," Dan corrected. "You know it's not the same thing to me. I never would have volunteered if you'd told me the full project. You knew that and you withheld information. And like a complete idiot, I agreed without extracting the facts."
"'Withheld information.' 'Extracting facts,'" Geoff scoffed as he grabbed a piece of sandpaper. "This isn't a divorce deposition, dude.
"But much like a bastard cheating husband," Dan said, pointing the claw of his hammer at his friend, "you will pay. Big time. I have gutters that need attention."
At least he could put his skills from his manual-labor-to-pay-for-law-school days to good use again.
"You know, the great thing about southern California...short-shorts are never inappropriate." Geoff's eyes followed a brunette with a tight ass as she walked over to grab some paper and walk back to join her sisters.
Dan slapped him on the back of the head. "Concentrate. I almost cut your thumb off." Not really, since he was hammering. But his friend wasn't paying enough attention either way.
Geoff ripped his hands away from the wood so fast it might have been on fire and then the structure clattered to the ground. The sound of wood banging against concrete flooring echoed in the room, and all the girls turned to stare at them.