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beauties. Dale couldn’t take his eyes off Shelby, but he managed to say, “We didn’t think you were coming down for this.”
    Sam’s attention was fully focused on the curvaceous blond in the pink top and grass skirt that swayed to give hints of long, slender legs. “Found I couldn’t resist the temptation.”
    The men stopped speaking; their entire concentration on the females innocently torturing them. He certainly felt tortured and big time aroused. His vivid imagination stripped away the pink bikini top and freed those soft, plump breasts. He stripped away the fake skirt as well. His erection swelled to amazing proportions and he ached.
    All too soon the music stopped and the women hugged each other in happiness. Then his luscious blond beauty suddenly stiffened in the embrace of the hula instructor. She paled and looked in panic around the area. An instant later she’d raced across the cement and launched herself into his arms.
    Instinct had him wrapping his arms around her and trying to keep them from falling over since he’d nearly lost his balance. She looked up at him with blue eyes revealing how tipsy she was. She gave him a goofy smile, which he found oddly cute.
    He held her even tighter to keep her upright. Holding the shapely bundle of sweet-smelling woman was definitely not a hardship.
    “I see you’ve met Valentine,” Shelby said in amusement as she walked over with Dale.
    Valentine? Valentine ? He vaguely remembered the name, an odd name at that. Fitting, though, he decided.
    He shook his head as the woman in question clung to his shirt to remain on her feet. “Not exactly met, Shelby. She sort of flew into my arms.” He glanced down at his pretty blond and smiled gently as she struggled to focus on him.
    “I’ve pretty…pretty much decided,” Valentine started. She blinked but still couldn’t seem to focus. “I’ve decided I’m not…not a les…lesbi…lesbian.” She grinned at him. “You’re mighty handsome, Handsome.” She batted her eyelashes and giggled.
    Shelby studied her friend curiously. “I don’t know what she’s talking about. But I think she’s had one too many mai tais.” She continued to watch him holding Valentine, her expression turning speculative. “I’ve never seen her like this; it’s a whole other side of her.”
    “Mai tai?” Valentine swiveled in Sam’s arms, brushing her bottom against the part of him that had grown rock hard as he’d held her. “Sure! I’ll…I’ll take another one.”
    “No, I don’t think so, darlin’,” Sam countered as she began crumpling in his hold.
    He scooped her into his arms rather than let her land on the cement. He didn’t understand her mumblings about lesbians, but he sensed she was most certainly not one. Mainly because she’d looked at him as if she wanted to strip his clothes off right here and have her way with him. Damn if the idea hadn’t appealed to him. But his sister was here. Well, and everyone else. And he didn’t do that sort of thing. At least he never had before.
    “Dr. Hart, are you okay?” Dale asked, while she looked dazedly his direction.
    “Can’t feel my legs.” She giggled. “I’m floating.”
    Sam had stiffened when Dale called her Dr. Hart. Now he knew who she was. Dr. Valentine Hart, the counselor his sister had gone to with Dale. A romance therapist. An occupation he didn’t understand at all. Why anyone, especially his sister, would want or need to go to someone for advice on romance was beyond him. And ever since those sessions, Shelby had been different. More independent. Yeah, she’d seemed happier, but he figured that had more to do with the upcoming wedding than some therapy sessions.
    “Val,” Shelby said, gently touching Valentine’s cheek and pushing the fine strands of blond hair from her face. “I think you need to go to bed. You’re exhausted, and you’re… well, you’re definitely wasted.”
    Valentine reached up to touch his jaw and the beard