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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