it, then he’d go along. But he was keeping his lap to himself.
“Forget it, Tony,” Ford answered, checking his phone while Sam reached for another beer from the ice bucket by the fireplace. “We’re doing Gibson’s for steaks and then a bar with just the guys. It’s already squared with Mitch and Tyler.”
Tony slapped his hands over his chest like someone had just shot him and fell over on the sectional. “How can you guys be so lame? Bachelor parties are the shit. And with each one of you bastards who falls, that’s one less opportunity out there. You a-holes are blowing them.”
Sam took a cold swallow, fighting his smile. The only person he knew more dramatic than Tony was Ava. No wonder the guy worshiped her. “You make it sound like we’re dropping like flies, man. At last count, Tyler was the only one getting hitched.”
The front door swung open and Ava let herself into Ford’s, followed by Tyler and Maggie. She had on one of those swingy, wide-legged pant things that narrowed through the waist, so he could see the exact contours of the hips he’d had his fingers wrapped around tight less than a week ago, and a cornflower-blue blouse tied at the waist and probably opened one button too far at the neck, based on the way he was leering.
“Not true,” she said, jumping into the conversation she must have just caught the last bit of. “I’ve got four weddings I know about lined up for this year. Mandy down from the reception pool at work is marrying some guy I haven’t met yet. That’s one. Leah and Nick from law school are tying the knot in June. And my second cousin Rayne is marrying her high school sweetheart, Josie, in July, so that’s three. And then Maggie and Tyler make four. But I’m betting the invites start rolling in through the next few weeks.”
Ford nodded, his jaw cocked to one side as he looked to be fighting a smile. “And then there’s Sam and Ava, right?”
Sam raised a brow, but Ava yanked around so hard she spun out, stumbling into the arm of the couch and then right over the edge and onto Tony, who’d still been lying where he’d been “shot.”
“Ford, look what you just made me do,” she grumbled, shoving up on straight arms and scowling down at Tony, whose wide grin suggested that he had, in fact, been buried in Ava’s chest for a minute there. Something Sam would normally laugh his ass off over but suddenly didn’t find so funny.
Not only was he half cursing himself for not being the tool flopped back on the couch poised to take that sweet, soft incoming cleavage, but there was something else. Something darker. Something—
“Cripes, Tony, it was an accident, so stop looking at me like I just made your Christmas morning.”
“Serendipity, Ava. And just so we’re on the same page, you’re welcome to use my face for a landing pad anytime you like.”
“Knock your shit off, Tony.” Sam walked over to where Ava was dusting herself off. “You okay?”
She nodded, an evil grin stretching her lips. “Except for the nightmares to come over Tony’s suggestion I use his face for recreation.”
And cue Tony groaning as he jackknifed up to sitting, waving everyone off for the minute he was sure to need after Ava’s retaliation.
Jesus,
she was bad.
Sam wanted to brush the few stray hairs of inky silk away from her brow, but that he’d been thinking about it instead of just doing it without thinking? Probably better to keep his hands to himself. But then—
Hold on.
What the hell was Ford talking about?
Ava must have had enough waiting too, because hand on her hip she spun around. “So what are you all Ava-and-Samming about?”
Ford grinned into his beer, an unparalleled look of delight on his face.
“Just thinking about poor Sam here and how I turned him down when he asked me for Ava’s hand.”
Tony’s head snapped up and Ava’s mouth dropped open. But Sam just rubbed his palm over his mouth, giving in to the laugh bubbling up in his
“Forget it, Tony,” Ford answered, checking his phone while Sam reached for another beer from the ice bucket by the fireplace. “We’re doing Gibson’s for steaks and then a bar with just the guys. It’s already squared with Mitch and Tyler.”
Tony slapped his hands over his chest like someone had just shot him and fell over on the sectional. “How can you guys be so lame? Bachelor parties are the shit. And with each one of you bastards who falls, that’s one less opportunity out there. You a-holes are blowing them.”
Sam took a cold swallow, fighting his smile. The only person he knew more dramatic than Tony was Ava. No wonder the guy worshiped her. “You make it sound like we’re dropping like flies, man. At last count, Tyler was the only one getting hitched.”
The front door swung open and Ava let herself into Ford’s, followed by Tyler and Maggie. She had on one of those swingy, wide-legged pant things that narrowed through the waist, so he could see the exact contours of the hips he’d had his fingers wrapped around tight less than a week ago, and a cornflower-blue blouse tied at the waist and probably opened one button too far at the neck, based on the way he was leering.
“Not true,” she said, jumping into the conversation she must have just caught the last bit of. “I’ve got four weddings I know about lined up for this year. Mandy down from the reception pool at work is marrying some guy I haven’t met yet. That’s one. Leah and Nick from law school are tying the knot in June. And my second cousin Rayne is marrying her high school sweetheart, Josie, in July, so that’s three. And then Maggie and Tyler make four. But I’m betting the invites start rolling in through the next few weeks.”
Ford nodded, his jaw cocked to one side as he looked to be fighting a smile. “And then there’s Sam and Ava, right?”
Sam raised a brow, but Ava yanked around so hard she spun out, stumbling into the arm of the couch and then right over the edge and onto Tony, who’d still been lying where he’d been “shot.”
“Ford, look what you just made me do,” she grumbled, shoving up on straight arms and scowling down at Tony, whose wide grin suggested that he had, in fact, been buried in Ava’s chest for a minute there. Something Sam would normally laugh his ass off over but suddenly didn’t find so funny.
Not only was he half cursing himself for not being the tool flopped back on the couch poised to take that sweet, soft incoming cleavage, but there was something else. Something darker. Something—
“Cripes, Tony, it was an accident, so stop looking at me like I just made your Christmas morning.”
“Serendipity, Ava. And just so we’re on the same page, you’re welcome to use my face for a landing pad anytime you like.”
“Knock your shit off, Tony.” Sam walked over to where Ava was dusting herself off. “You okay?”
She nodded, an evil grin stretching her lips. “Except for the nightmares to come over Tony’s suggestion I use his face for recreation.”
And cue Tony groaning as he jackknifed up to sitting, waving everyone off for the minute he was sure to need after Ava’s retaliation.
Jesus,
she was bad.
Sam wanted to brush the few stray hairs of inky silk away from her brow, but that he’d been thinking about it instead of just doing it without thinking? Probably better to keep his hands to himself. But then—
Hold on.
What the hell was Ford talking about?
Ava must have had enough waiting too, because hand on her hip she spun around. “So what are you all Ava-and-Samming about?”
Ford grinned into his beer, an unparalleled look of delight on his face.
“Just thinking about poor Sam here and how I turned him down when he asked me for Ava’s hand.”
Tony’s head snapped up and Ava’s mouth dropped open. But Sam just rubbed his palm over his mouth, giving in to the laugh bubbling up in his
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