JUST LOOKING AT HER MADE HIM SWEAT.
And in the damned tux for his brother's reception, sweat ing was more than a little uncomfortable. Even the air con ditioning didn't help. He should look away, but he couldn't seem to drag his gaze from her. The sensuous way she moved, her deep black hair swaying to the music, looking almost liquid it was so silky, her husky laugh, all worked to make him crazy and put a stranglehold on his attention. Morgan loosened the tie around his throat and undid the top two buttons of his white shirt. But that didn't help the restriction of his pants, and he just knew if he started loosening them up, his new sister in law would have a fit. And he'd sooner kick his own ass than upset Honey.
"If you stare any harder, you're liable to set her on fire." Morgan jerked, then turned to glare at Sawyer. "Aren't you supposed to be with your bride?"
"Jordan's dancing with her."
Great. Just great. After meeting Misty that first day on the f ...
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