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her.
    His lips found hers immediately and she wasted no time in doing exactly what she wanted, what she’d been dreaming about since last night. She yanked his tee shirt over his head and rubbed her hands over mounds of muscle, earned through years of hard-ass labor. His hands roamed her body, too, but she yearned for more. She wanted to feel him pressed against her bare breasts. Tonight there’d be no begging. She’d make her desires happen.
    Laney tore herself away from his greedy kiss, just for a moment, to pull her tank top from her sweaty body and toss it to the side. She reconnected with him, his hands going exactly where she wanted them to. He had her bra off in two seconds flat. She gasped as his hand captured one of her breasts, rougher than she’d expected.
    He pulled back, panic in his features. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” she purred. “I liked it.”
    Laney wrapped her legs around him, and gave herself permission to go further. Her hands caressed his strong back and moved lower to his ass. My God! Pure muscle. She could only imagine how it would feel without the layers of fabric between them. Soon.
                  “Whoa! Sorry! Just came in to check on something.”
    Laney froze at the stranger’s voice. Sawyer looked over his shoulder but held her close to hide her body from the intruder’s view. He was already gone, but had sure as hell killed the mood.
    Sawyer chuckled. “I’m gonna kick his ass.”
    “It’s okay. It’s my fault for choosing a public place to get naked.”
    He reached for her things and handed them over, then pulled his own tee back over his head. Standing, he held his hand to her and pulled her up. More chuckles as he removed bits of straw from her hair.
    “I must look awful,” she said and reached for the mess on her head.
    “I think you look sexy as hell.” He bent to her and placed another sizzling kiss on her lips. “We should go clean up our picnic.”
    She followed him to the blanket, hand in hand. They collected the garbage and leftover food that was probably covered in ants and tossed it all in the plastic bags from the diner. Sawyer took the garbage and Laney picked up the blanket. She dug through her purse for her keys and heard the text alert on her phone. Pulling it out, she saw the lock screen was covered with notifications. Ten texts and three voicemails. Oh my God. Holy Shit! All from her client for this weekend’s wedding.
     
    Call me!
    Where are you?
    I need you asap. Call me!
     
    “Everything okay?” Sawyer asked, obviously noticing her panic.
    “No.” She put the phone to her ear and listened to the first voicemail.
    “Laney, this is Michelle. I’m freaking out here. My future monster-in-law is complaining about the corsage we picked out for her and she’s demanding that I let Bobby’s little sister be a bridesmaid. Call me.”
    “Laney, Michelle again. I guess I have four bridesmaids now. So I need another bouquet. Call me so I know you got this.”
    “Laney! I’m going insane over here! Now his mother is insisting she have a mini bouquet instead of a wrist corsage. Do people even do that? She’s being ridiculous. Help me!”
    Terror ripped through Laney’s gut as she hit the callback button.
    “Finally!” Michelle’s voice roared through the earpiece. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all night!”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t have my phone on me.”
    “Well, that’s pretty stupid. You told me you’d be there any time I needed.”
    “I know. And I’m really sorry. It will never happen again.”
    “Fine. I handled the problem without you.” Her words sliced Laney’s ear like a razorblade. “Add an extra bridesmaid’s bouquet and make a silly little bouquet for his mom, too. But use crappy flowers like carnations or something.”
    “Okay. I’ll make the changes to your order.”
    “Good. And I assume there will be some kind of discount to compensate for your