Music and dancing ranked right up there with white-water rafting in Sam’s book. “Care to dance?” she asked, and like a puppy with a bone, Sam followed her out to the dance floor. “Ladies,” Sam said smoothly, bringing his attention back to the pretty girls who definitely knew how to use their bodies for the good of mankind. The tall blonde sidled up to Sam, blocking his view of Faith and blinking flirtatiously, while her friend joined Ty.

But he couldn’t deny how happy his brothers seemed since they’d fallen in love, and lately he’d begun feeling as if he were missing out on something. Weren’t they always? Sam used to get hives just thinking about being tied down-unless, of course, it was to a bed. He forced himself to look away and focused on the dance floor, where Cole, their eldest brother, danced with his new wife, Leesa, and just beyond, their younger brother Nate and his fiancée, Jewel, were gazing into each other’s eyes. He didn’t fully understand his fascination with her, considering he usually preferred the kind of woman who wanted to jump him and damn well knew how, but there was no denying the stirring inside him every time she was near. But half his visits with Cole at his office were merely made-up opportunities to get a glimpse of Faith. That was bizarre, too, since as a rule Sam never took any woman to his cabin. He not only wanted to lay her down on the bar, but he wanted to take her home. She was sweet, and good, and smart, and… Sam should not be thinking about laying her on the bar and doing dirty things to her gorgeous body.Įvery time he looked at her, every time he thought of her-which was every damn day-that feeling of wanting more than a few quick hookups resurfaced.

Faith worked in Sam’s brother Cole’s medical practice. He’d been trying not to look at Faith all night, but he was losing that battle. His gaze shifted to the sexy brunette standing by the bar looking like she wanted to jump over it and hide behind it but she couldn’t quite figure out how. He’d hooked up with the one who was currently eye-fucking him last month, and the redhead Ty had been ogling moments ago had joined them in their hot, sweaty romp. He spotted two blondes slinking across the dance floor toward them. “Unless you’re double-dipping tonight, in which case I’ll go for one of the Staley sisters.” In addition to being a world-renowned mountain climber and photographer, Ty was also Sam’s carousing partner. “I’ll take the redhead if you want the brunette.” Ty, his youngest brother, lifted his chin in the direction of the bar. Sam Braden stood with a drink in one hand and a greedy itch in the other, debating doing both. A MAN COULD take a wedding for only so long before he drank too much booze or left with a warm, willing woman to wash away all that purity.

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