The Wedding Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) Read Free

own way. Not as some desperate guy’s piece of ass at a desperate singles’ wedding reception free-for-all.
    “I swear, babe. If the words a friend of Kyle’s come out of your mouth, it’s an immediate cold shoulder. Do I make myself clear?”
    Thinking she had her friend in a corner, Sam was surprised by the amused twinkle in Andi’s eyes. Saluting her with mock sincerity, her friend grumbled, “Understood. No friends.”
    While they’d been talking, Lisa, Tara, and Kelly had drifted from the table and were driving Julie crazy as she tried to keep up her end of a phone call. As usual, the second the call was over, Julie started shrieking and chasing them around as the others laughed and ran away.
    “I didn’t know Tara could run,” Andrea commented. Her dry but witty tone and the way she rolled her eyes went down easy along with a hefty swig of icy margarita.
    “Bet your business partner would love to take on a few of your groom’s buds.”
    A shadow swept across her friend’s expression. “Kyle won’t have it. He thinks she’s a succubus.”
    “What the hell did she do to deserve such a harsh call? Shit, Andi. No one knows better than me what a bitch Tara can be, but a succubus?”
    The woman at her side sighed and turned. Sam was a little surprised at the expression on her face. “Let’s just say she tried and failed with the wrong guy. Kyle reacted, um. . .badly. I’d normally defend her, but this time, she stepped in it.”
    Wow. Andi generally didn’t have a negative thing to say about anybody. When her friend’s gaze pinned Sam to the spot, she froze. Poker-faced when she had to be, the sheer volume of alcohol flowing through her made facial expressions hard to control. Andi’s hard stare made Sam’s stomach flutter.
    “I can’t wait for you to meet Kyle’s family.” For the briefest flash, her friend looked like someone who won the lottery—then she blinked and all Sam saw was laughter. “His mom is a hoot. She makes jewelry. You know those little beaded earrings I have? She made them.”
    “Wow, sweetie. That’s actually really cool. I can’t wait to meet them too.”
    Andi chuckled and looked at her triumphantly. “I’m counting on you to stick close. That’s what maids of honor do.”
    “No problem, chicky. Promise. I know what I signed on for.”
    The other four women were coming back to their table arm-in-arm and laughing. Just before they descended, Andi looked at Sam and said, “Planning to hold you to it.”
    Andi’s words hit her like a bolt of electricity riveting Sam to the spot. Excitement pulsed in every corner of her being.
    She shivered and wondered, What the hell?

“ W hat are you so jumpy about?”
    “Oh dear lord, Sam. Did you see my mother this afternoon? Would have been real friggin’ nice if she’d bothered to be civil to Steve. Shit. My poor stepdad. He looked so sad.”
    Sam yanked the zipper up on Andi’s dress and struggled with the impossibly awkward button and loop at the dress’s neckline. “Steve looked fine to me. Matter of fact, I saw him eyeing Kyle’s publicist. The one with the huge rack and hair extensions.”
    “Shut up,” the nervous bride muttered.
    She shrugged. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”
    Sam watched as her friend swung back and forth in front of the mirror, examining her outfit from every angle.
    “Do I look fat in this? I do, don’t I?”
    Sighing, she kept her thoughts to herself. Took a week but now that the wedding was just days away, Andi’s hidden bridezilla was picking up steam. Only, in her friend’s case, instead of being a bitchy nightmare, what Sam had to deal with was a whiny, insecure teenager with a sullen pout.
    “Babe. Seriously. You look like a million bucks. And last time I checked, Kyle likes your Marilyn Monroe curves. Flaunt what you got, sister. I’d personally kill for your badonkadonk.”
    With sparkling eyes, Andi grinned. The corners of her mouth quivered as humor overtook her; she