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they sat boy, girl, boy, girl. Only one of the boys had a girl on his lap, and the other was intent on staking out his territory.
    In a stroke of perfect timing, a waiter appeared with one of the busboys to set up an ice bucket and place four champagne flutes on the table.
    “Compliments of the best man,” the waiter informed the table with a slight nod in Ryan’s direction.
    Both girls laughed happily and sat forward in expectation. Champagne had a way of doing that with the ladies. Kyle, on the other hand, flipped him the bird. “Compliments of the best man, my ass. Bet that’s going on my tab, isn’t it, you prick?”
    “First one’s on me, shithead. After that, it’s all you.”
    After pouring the first toast, the waiter and his helper blended silently into the night. Ryan reached for his glass and leaned casually until he was close enough to Samantha that whispering was easy.
    “Shit.” He chuckled as the hair hanging next to her ear moved from his breath. “I suck at toasts. I’ll take that ass kicking Andi threatened if you help me out.”
    Her head turned slightly so their faces were mere inches apart and his earlier question was answered. Her eyes were a crystal blue, and they were turning smoky right in front of him.
    “A graphic designer who can’t make a toast?” she teased.
    He liked feeling her soft breath on his skin. Her voice filled with amusement, she ended every sentence she spoke by chewing her lip. Ryan silently counted to ten as a way to keep from running his thumb across the puffy flesh.
    “I’m a visual guy,” he answered. For a few seconds, he let his eyes drift over every inch of her he could see. “If you like painstaking detail, I’m your man.”
    She uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them the other way. He studied her for a second, knowing that one day he’d be sketching those legs in a raunchy pose, and stowed the thought away.
    They had an audience, and she was hardly a game player. For the first time in his life, he grasped the full meaning of seduction. Getting to know her, finding out what her temptations were, and using them to cause her surrender had him making a plan. But in the meantime . . .
    Handing Samantha her glass, he motioned her to raise it like his and follow along. “Thanks, you two,” he said in a clear, firm voice. “Now, I know what happiness looks like.”
    He looked down at Samantha and encouraged her with a nodding smile. She hesitated then made a funny face. As her eyes comically rolled, she drawled, “What he meant to say was, Andi and Kyle, thanks for including us in your special day. We wish you love, laughter, and a happily ever after. Salud!”
    Well, damn! The girl could think on her toes. He liked that.
    After a few more silly toasts, Kyle looked at Samantha and smirked. “Disappointed about the board shorts?”
    Her answering snort of laughter was the cutest thing he’d heard in forever.
    “Private joke?” Ryan teased.
    Kyle smirked some more and then focused all his attention on Andi who was prattling on and on about wedding shit. For the moment, he and Samantha were on their own.
    She surprised him by taking the lead. “In what world are you a graphics designer? Did GQ run out of pages or something?”
    In anyone else’s mouth—particularly Ms. Coconut Breasts at the Bar—her words would sound like a come-on. But Samantha Evers struck him as the sort of woman who would have to Google come-ons and then put the best ones in a list on her phone. Where they’d forever sit unused because she just didn’t operate that way.
    No, her question was entirely straightforward. Add ‘delightful’ to the list of her many attributes.
    “Design is in my blood, and GQ is not all it’s cracked up to be.”
    “What’s that mean?” Her eyes were a vibrant smoky blue.
    “Which part? What I feel or the other thing?”
    “I think you know.”
    Somehow, this unexpected enchantress had gone straight to the heart of him. It was unnerving