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

and she paid a price for it too. Snagged an awesome set of undies that she can’t have back!”
    “Smart girl.” Kyle smirked.
    “Excuse me,” Andi bit out. “Are you flirting with my husband?”
    “He’s not your husband yet, girlfriend, so flirting is still on the table.” Sam ended the taunt with a wink and air kiss blown in Kyle’s direction.
    “Sheesh,” Andi muttered. “I dressed you up to knock Ryan’s socks off. Not Kyle’s!”
    “Cat fight?” Kyle teased with an exaggerated wag of his brows. “Cool. Wait till Ry comes back from the restroom, though, okay? A wet t-shirt contest is more his style, but two hot females in cocktail dresses scrapping it out on a warm Hawaiian night? Damn, ladies. That shit’s golden.”
    Pushing her fiancé into a chair, Andi harrumphed with award-winning panache and took her seat, as promised, on his lap. But not without a good deal of wiggling and maneuvering. So much so that Sam saw Kyle’s jaw harden into a tense line.
    Yep , she thought . I could learn a thing or two from watching them.
    After a good minute of ear-shattering silence, Kyle cleared his throat and made a valiant effort to engage Sam in conversation. He didn’t know it, but right then and there, the name Sommerfield moved up a dozen notches in Sam’s esteem. She respected a man who had manners.
    “Samantha. We can’t wait for you to meet my cousin, Ryan. Isn’t that right, honey?”
    Andi and her shit-eating grin practically glowed. It reminded Sam of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland .
    Lobbing what was essentially a snark-propelled grenade into her lap, Andi cooed out her reply as Sam’s eyes narrowed. “I think she got the wrong idea about the graphic design thing. If I know Samantha, and I do—better than anyone does—she’s picturing James Franco in board shorts with a sketchpad and a bag of weed.”
    Really? Was that necessary? Damn her. Sam’s face flushed with heat from embarrassment. While she pictured something more along the lines of a bearded hipster slumped in front of a MacBook Pro, the board shorts and bag of weed was pretty accurate.
    Kyle’s amused snort only made Sam squirm a bit more.
    “She doesn’t know?” he asked his smirking bride-to-be.
    “Nope,” Andi replied.
    The two had some eyeball communication thing going on, and then they both laughed.
    “The dress and shoes are a nice touch, babe,” he assured Andi with a quick peck on the lips.
    Her friend’s smug answer? “I know, right?”
    This was what being set up felt like, although she didn’t have a clue what exactly she was being set up for.
    A sarong-wearing waitress sashayed toward the table earning the poor girl a fearsome scowl from Andi when Kyle made the classic guy mistake of doing a double take. Sam bit her tongue to keep from howling with laughter.
    In rather short order, Andi took control of the table and asked, so sweetly that it made Sam’s teeth ache, if the waitress wouldn’t mind handing their table over to one of the waiters. She explained with great flourish how she was a bride and should be indulged—a concept the waitress clearly found funny. Next thing anybody knew, a bare-chested waiter in a colorful pareo wrap that showcased his tree trunk thighs appeared at the table. Andi beamed with her smile headlights set to high while Kyle looked like he was about to swallow his tongue.
    Leave it to her BFF to totally stir the pot. The truly yummy Polynesian man was sporting a tribal looking tattoo on his shoulder that ran down his back. So instead of placing an order, her mischief-making friend engaged in a lively back and forth with Paul from Old Koloa Town about everything from tattoo art to sugar plantations.
    Covertly studying Kyle’s reaction, she wondered what being with a man like him would be like. That he adored Andi was plain to see but there was something else. Something deeply possessive and fierce all but oozed from the man’s skin. From her angled viewpoint, she saw