The Wedding Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) by Suzanne Halliday

conversation ended.
    Samantha was three pieces of bacon in when she reached for her phone and started tapping.
    “Got notes to share,” she mumbled as she chewed. “Or did you get an email from the event planner?”
    “If I did, it got ignored or went to the trash can.”
    “Great! So you’re going to be no help at all? Some BM you turned out to be.”
    The best man abbreviation would never not sound hilarious coming out of her mouth.
    Practically inhaling an omelet the size of his ass, Ryan enjoyed the relaxed air between them. He honestly couldn’t remember if any woman he’d ever dated actually chewed her food during a shared meal or just carefully rearranged it on the plate. Samantha had clearly never received the starve at all cost memo.
    Another reason he liked being around her.
    Shoveling a forkful into his mouth, he chewed and wiped the napkin across his lips before saying anything.
    “Hey, lady. I’m your man. Your best man and don’t forget it. Whatever you need, just tell me.”
    She rewarded this answer with a beaming smile.
    “I need you to get the groomsmen in hand and make sure none of them wander off the reservation.”
    “They’ve all got wives to handle that part.”
    “For real? They’re all married?”
    “Yes, ma’am. Kyle and I are the last bachelors in the bunch.”
    “Okay, then”—she snickered softly—“so that makes things easy. I’ll start a chat with the wives and keep them in the loop. Looks like you’re all meeting at the clubhouse at nine. Prepare to be wowed. We toured the Poipu Bay Golf Course last week. The scenery sucks.” Amusement tinged her laugh and shone brightly in her eyes.
    “When’s the bachelor party?”
    “There isn’t one. Now, pay attention,” she burbled with smug delight. “Kyle’s on lockdown at the golf course. One round and that’s it. Understand?”
    “You’re a bossy little thing, huh?”
    With a cocked brow, she drawled, “You have no idea.”
    “Okay. Got it. Clubhouse at nine and only one round. What’s after that?”
    “Mmm. Looks like lunch on your own. Then in the afternoon, the ladies are off for a final fitting and a mini-spa appointment. The gentlemen,” she said with a comical head nod, “are booked for a boat tour. Not quite a booze cruise, but close.”
    “Is this a three-hour tour?”
    “Does it matter?”
    “Well, it might. Have you checked the weather?”
    God, it was so much fun playing with her. She took things so seriously, looking at him as if she was translating languages. He started singing and got through the whole first verse before it hit her.
    His father and uncle were Gilligan’s Island fanatics. Both could go off on an endless rant about how clever the professor was with nothing but coconut shells and bamboo. Ryan and Kyle knew the theme song by heart.
    By the time the tiny ship got tossed, she was laughing out loud and so was a couple at a nearby table.
    “Feeling an S.S. Minnow t-shirt coming on.”
    She laughed even more at his cheesy comment. “I think you’ll be fine. Better be because I’m counting on you to keep the adults under control later when it’s just family.”
    “Is tonight a rehearsal dinner?”
    “No actual rehearsal, I’m afraid. But there is a video for the wedding party to watch. I suppose, in a way that, yeah—tonight is the rehearsal dinner.”
    “So tomorrow night is the bachelor party?” Needling her was a shit ton of fun.
    Slapping her phone onto the table, she sat back with a huff and crossed her arms. Ha! All that managed to do was lift her tits up in that ridiculously skimpy triangle of fabric masquerading as a top—and he was totally fine with that.
    “What part of no bachelor party don’t you understand? I mean, you’ve met Andrea before, right? If Kyle gets a raunchy dick party in his honor, believe me, Ryan, she’d counterpunch with a ladies’ bacchanal that would go down in the record books. Best not to tempt fate.”
    Feigning disappointment, he went