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scan the area. After several moments, she said, “Four. Five if I’m counting the same guy but two different times.”
    “Nope. Still only counts as four. But I am interested on what he did that earned him a second go.”
    “He was breathing.”
    Wyn choked on his beer. “What the hell?”
    Melissa shrugged. “All right, it was more boinking from boredom. We ended up at the same after party. Other people started hooking up so we were like...you’ll do. How close is your horse trailer?”
    “Has he been eye-ballin’ you?”
    “Some. But I’m not interested in ballin’ him, because that’d be a three-peat rule violation and like you, I don’t raise false hopes.” She cocked her head. “But I’d make an exception to that rule for you.”
    “You know what I like about you so far, Kentucky? You don’t make excuses for bein’ a highly sexual woman.”
    “And?”
    “And you said you were gonna make me work for it. Since we’re bein’ open about everything else, explain how. Because I want a piece of you like you wouldn’t believe.” Wyn pushed to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
     

Chapter Two
    Mel, you are in deep with this man and you’ve known him less than half a day.
    She watched Wynton Grant amble off. And she couldn’t help but notice other women sizing up the rancher hottie too.
    From the moment she’d set eyes on him she had that overwhelming punch of want—a feeling that happened to her so rarely lately. So seeing the identical look of lust sizzling in his eyes? The balls to the wall woman of action who’d been in hiding for the past six months had awakened with one thing on her mind.
    Sex.
    Lots of it.
    Hot and dirty sex.
    Fast sex.
    Slow sex.
    And it turned out the very sexy best man was more than happy to oblige.
    This was turning out to be the best wedding ever.
    The object of her lust stopped to speak to an older woman, giving Mel ample opportunity to study him. The man had it going on. His shoulders were so broad that he blocked the view of the woman entirely. Pity he hadn’t taken off his western cut suit coat so she could check out his ass; she’d bet his buns were grade A prime beef too. Not only did he have a big physical presence, he carried himself with confidence. He had an easy smile—which was a sexy-as-his wicked grin. From the back she noticed his dark hair brushed his collar and held more than a little curl. The groom and groomsmen had removed their cowboy hats as soon as the wedding pictures were done. As much as she appreciated a man in a hat, Wynton looked better without it.
    Hands landed on the back of Mel’s chair and a soft rustle of fabric tickled her neck.
    “Staring at him that intently won’t make his clothes disappear,” London murmured in her ear.
    “That obvious?”
    “Yes. But if it helps, my brother-in-law is staring back at you the same way.”
    “Then maybe I’ll get lucky on your wedding night too, Mrs. Grant.”
    London plopped down in Wynton’s chair. Her wedding dress was a stunning mix of ivory satin and chiffon. Intricate beadwork of rhinestones and pearls stretched across the bodice of the off-the-shoulder dress. Folds of satin were ruched below her breasts and then floaty, filmy panels of chiffon fell in a column to the floor. It was simple and elegant—exactly like London herself.
    “So you’ll get a kick out of this, but you cannot tell anyone.” London leaned in close enough that a long tendril of her hair touched Mel’s cheek. “Earlier, when Sutton said the photographer wanted pictures of just us? Total lie. My husband insisted we have some alone time. And by alone time I mean us in the ready room, with my wedding dress pushed up to my hips, Sutton’s tux pants around his ankles as he proved how much he loved me by immediately consummating our marriage.”
    Mel grinned. “Sounds like him.”
    “He said he didn’t want to wait hours to finally claim what was legally his forever.”
    “If I didn’t love you so much