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“Hey, I love Meghan,” Sean assured us “But, conant What’s the rush?”

Kyle snickered “You’re a lucky SOB and you know it Meg’s a knockout and you’reinto a crazy-rich family Too bad she doesn’t have a sister But, hey, if I catch the garter, that aze swept over me

“Use a condo, man”

Kyle leaned in close—too close for co my personal space unless invited

Despite being good-natured, Kyle exuded enough self-confidence to convince me he had a ith the ladies—and wasn’t the least bit hesitant to use that particular gift to his full advantage

So estive look

“I’d be your love slave,” he said in a low tone “You can tie me to the bedposts, if you want”

“That’s, u”

“You’re not married, are you, Ari? Or otherwise spoken for? ’Cause there’s a whole night of dancing ahead of us—”

“Dude” Sean fake-punched his bestplanner Don’t hit on her At My Wedding”

Kyle said, “Weddings are the perfect place to o And this one’s beautiful, sle So ouldn’t I find out if there’s so to pursue here?”

I suddenly felt another set of eyes on

As Sean and Kyle bantered like I wasn’t standing next to thelanced over my shoulder And lost my breath

The arguh

In the corner up front sat two men, paperwork sprawled across their table One salt-and-pepper-haired, distinguished looking, older The other dark-haired and dressed all in black—jeans, boots, and a button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up to reveal impressive forearms Late twenties, maybe thirty He had a veryat me