The Wedding Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) by Suzanne Halliday Read Free Book Online Page A

sharp snap of her fingers and the way she pointed had Andi responding to the command. Without a glance at either man, both women locked arms and stomped along the pathway to the restrooms.
    He watched their retreat and committed to memory the delicious vision his quiet beauty made. When she had stood up, he saw that the shimmery golden top had an open back and was part of a sexy dress with a short flouncy skirt that bounced and swayed as she walked.
    The temptation of legs that went on for miles emptied his brain of rational thought. Her shoes, heeled strappy things, were the icing on the cake of his desire for the cute, quirky stunner.
    As they disappeared from view, his head whipped around and he pinned his cousin to the spot with a fierce stare.
    “Is this a setup?”

    “Honest to god, Andi. When were you planning to tell me Kyle’s cousin is an underwear model?”
    “He’s a designer, Sami. A graphics designer. And a damn good one too. The modeling thing was a long time ago.”
    The half-assed shrug and the way Andi leaned close to the mirror as she inspected her lipstick set her back a bit.
    Hesitating, as her mind tried to make sense of the unfolding events, she crossed her arms and began to pace back and forth.
    The facts were clear. Andi was playing matchmaker. And maybe Kyle too. A feeling of familiar exasperation swirled inside her. Why did everyone think a hookup was the answer?
    Andi finished primping and turned to watch her. Sam caught the brief flash of a smug smile playing around her freshly lipsticked mouth and stopped to give her a look.
    The look. The one that said, ‘Uh-huh. Nice try.’
    “What is your problem, Samantha? Get a grip, girlfriend. Look around. We’re literally,” she exclaimed with deliberate emphasis, “in paradise. Palm trees, hot bare-chested men bringing our drinks.” She motioned with her head. “The beach beyond the trees. A beautiful tropical night and a river of champagne.”
    Sam arched a brow, pursed her lips, and went for full outrage mode as she slapped her hands to her waist. “And where exactly is this going in your imagination?”
    Throwing some peeved arm waving into the mix, Andi exhaled sharply and stared her down.
    “This is my wedding. Love is in the goddamn air if I say it is! Understand?”
    After a reflex nod of agreement, Sam was biting her lip to keep from laughing.
    “He’s a great guy, Sami. Funny. Smart. Started his own business. Works hard. All those things you have on your perfect guy checklist. I don’t get it. Does being hot as shit automatically disqualify him?”
    Either her friend was being deliberately obtuse, or bridal insanity had overtaken her. One of those two things had to be true.
    “Andi,” she snapped. “Where does this prime candidate live? Hmm?”
    “Well, he lives near St. Augustine.”
    Sam cocked her head but said nothing.
    “And you’d know this, by the way, if you’d ever come visit, or better yet—leave that stupid shithole you insist on living in and come back to civilization.”
    “That’s not the issue, so don’t try to deflect me. You know damn well what this is about. Reality is black and white. I live in California. Ryan lives in Florida.”
    “So?”
    “Oh, for god’s sake, Andi. Cut it out. I’m not that girl, and you know it. Seriously, girlfriend. I can’t think of anything more cringe-worthy or desperate than wedding guest sex. Sucky fucky for shits ‘n’ grins is not my style. I don’t care how hot the guy is.”
    “Watch your mouth, missy,” Andi spit out. “Nobody said anything about sucky fucky wedding guest sex. He’s not a sex toy, y’know.”
    Oh, my god. Really? Somehow, with one snarky reaction, Andi managed to turn the whole thing around and make it sound like Sam was being a bitch.
    Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at Andi’s amused face.
    “Look,” her friend said in a reasonable tone that suggested Sam was overreacting, “he’s hot. No other way to say it. But you’re a