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Kyle’s hand move and slip under the tablecloth. A few seconds later, Andi stumbled over her words.
    Holy shit.
    Quickly looking away, Sam scanned the surroundings for something, anything, to think about other than Kyle’s hand doing lord-knows-what under the table, but her gaze stuttered to a fast halt when the most beautiful man she’d ever seen in the flesh came into view. Everything in her peripheral vision faded out-of-focus at that moment, and all she saw, all she knew, was a thunderbolt of awareness.
    Moving with the sure confidence of a man comfortable in his own skin, he was tall, broad shouldered, and beyond handsome. With dark hair, his chin tilted slightly, and his head held high, he reminded her of a gladiator aware of the approval from all who looked upon him— a strange thought, but there you have it .
    Dressed in a plain white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled back, she caught sight of a thick men’s watch strapped to his wrist. The man’s broad shoulders tapered quite deliciously to a trim waist where she became fascinated with the buckle of his leather belt. Long legs, sturdy thighs and a gait that was half swagger and half fuck-off-and-die mesmerized Sam.
    He was, in simple words, nothing short of breathtakingly impressive.
    Stopping at the end of the tropical-themed bar, he was speaking to the bartender when one of the scantily clad waitresses sidled up to him and put her hand on his arm. Sam almost leaped from her seat so she could push the woman away—a reaction that both stunned and excited her.
    Sensing her clenched jaw, she tried to send a relaxation signal when she stopped in mid-breath and just hung there. Annoyed at the woman trying to chat him up, she was surprised when his reaction was an arched brow and a pointed look at the hand caressing his arm.
    Oooh. My gladiator doesn’t like being toyed with.
    Wait. What?
    My? Gladiator? Where the hell had that come from?
    Shaking her head, as if doing so would bring some sense back to her thoughts, Sam exhaled sharply and bit her lip but didn’t look away.
    The pose Gladiator Man struck as the waitress continued to crowd close gave Sam pause. Whoa. If he looked at her the way he was glowering at the girl and her calculating performance, she’d fold up her lawn chair and run as fast as she could.
    “What?” Sam murmured when she heard her name called.
    “Earth to Sami.” Andi was chuckling. “Ground control to mission specialist Samantha Evers.”
    Swinging her gaze to the other occupants of the table, Sam was relieved to find both Kyle’s hands in clear sight. She blinked a couple of times and took a sip of ice water. What the hell was wrong with her? It was so unlike her to be distracted by man candy walking by.
    “I said,” Andi pointed out with pinpoint enunciation, “that we have to update everyone’s itinerary. Command performance dinner with the ‘rents tomorrow. Just the wedding party, though. Everyone else is booked for a private luau on the beach.”
    “Right, right, right,” she answered. Pulling her thoughts into the present, Sam refocused all her attention on the happy couple across from her. “By the way, Kyle. Your mom is so sweet. I met her yesterday.” Chuckling, she gave them a wry smile. “Nobody told me she’d be a dead ringer for Reba.”
    Andi’s smile was broad. And genuine. “Melanie Sommerfield is the real deal. But don’t be fooled by that Southern belle thing she does. The woman has a deliciously crude sense of humor and can issue a putdown with so much charm, the other person says thank you.”
    “Oh, good lord. Bet your mom loves that, huh?”
    Andi stiffened. Her mother was a card-carrying real housewife. Of the suburban kind where caring what everybody else thought and keeping up with what she called ‘the proprieties’ consumed the woman twenty-four seven.
    Sam always felt Dolores Frank’s starched and stiff personality was the result of having her husband leave one day for a