Sun. Sand. Cocktails
A sweet romance author needs to spice things up.
Both on the page and in real life.
She's just going to a destination wedding.
Instead, she finds temptation at the altar.
Her next research subject?
The adorably handsome best man.
(Although, her first impression of him, isn't so great. As in typical Kitty style.)


A guy is pacing back and forth on a path leading to the pool. He’s scrubbing a hand through his hair, to the point where it’s sticking up in blond spikes. He’s talking on a phone.
Yelling into a phone, more like it.
“You had weeks to tell me that. Weeks. How do you think this is going to look? What do you mean, you don’t care? I already paid for everything! Do you even know what this is costing me? Do you think I have all this money to throw around? Yeah, he’s paying for me, but I was paying for you. What difference does it make? You could’ve at least gotten a free vacation out of it.”
He lets out a bark of a laugh. “You? Not wanting something for free? Since when? Fucking hell.”
By now, there are people eyeing him up with disgust. It’s not a pretty sight or sound, watching and listening to a full-grown man having a meltdown.
“Fuck off, Linds.” He shoves the phone into his pocket before letting out a few more choice words at a significant volume.
Which, of course, is when I have to say something. “Hey. There are other people in the world besides you. You’re being rude.”
That leaves a few people snickering and nodding in agreement, which gives me more courage.
It also earns me an absolutely filthy look from him.
“Was I talking to you?”
“I don’t know. Were you? You were practically screaming, so, yeah, you could’ve been talking to me.”
“Mind your business.”
“Keep your business to yourself, and I’ll mind mine. How about it?”
He’s halfway to the table by the time I realize I’ve really done it. Why not dance a jig in the middle of a minefield? I don’t know this man from Adam, yet I’ve gone and made him mad.
And he’s on his way over to me.
Until Hayley intercepts him.
“Briggs! Just the person I wanted to see!” She hurries over and gives him a hug around the neck. “Thank God there’s somebody else here who I can actually stand to spend more than a minute at a time with!”
Briggs.
This is Briggs.
Also known as the best man. Also known as the guy I’m supposed to meet, form a connection with, and, if Maggie has her way, engage in sweaty, rum-fueled sex with.
The guy who looks like he would gladly strangle me once he’s finished strangling the girl he just screamed at over the phone.
Of.
Freaking.
Course.

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