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sobbing in
pleasure, splayed out for his enjoyment like a feast, instantly came to mind.
He closed his eyes and set his teeth against the wave of lust that accompanied
the memories of their lovemaking, feeling the sudden erection press against his
fly. He had to swallow hard before he could answer.
    “No,” he replied curtly. Ethan ignored Sean’s raised
eyebrows and wicked grin.
    “Ah.” The soft exhalation held a wealth of understanding.
“So, you rocked each other’s worlds, and then she pulled a disappearing act.”
    Yep. That was about the gist of it.
    “What can I say, bud? Women can be crazy.”
    “Amen.” Ethan savagely clinked his beer against Sean’s and
took another long swig. “Good luck with yours.”
    “Oh, mine’s a trip. But I love her,” Sean said fondly as he
took out his cell phone and checked out the latest text message sent by his
angel. “She says that she’s sandwiched right now between a sailor who isn’t
wearing his Dickies and a construction worker with a loaded tool belt.”
    Ethan snorted and shook his head. He wondered how Sean
remained so calm about his soon-to-be bride rubbing up against a bunch of
half-naked guys in a club. “It doesn’t bother you?” he couldn’t help asking. If
it was Sara locked in between two greasy yahoos in Speedos, he’d have already
tackled them to get them the hell away from her. She was entirely too edible as
it was.
    “Eh, it’s all in fun,” he replied with a shrug, still
reading the steady stream of texts. “In a few days, she’ll be sandwiched
between me and our mattress for the rest of our lives, if I can help it. I can
afford to let her cut loose with her girlfriends for one weekend.” Sean smiled
indulgently, and Ethan noted how mellow and happy his friend was. Angie really
was a terrific influence on him, and she was a great girl.
    Now, if only she could exert some of that influence on Sara
and send her tumbling his way…he would make sure to be there to catch her and
whisk her away as fast as humanly possible. She was so damn elusive, like a
deer moving through the brush. If you looked away for a minute, she was gone.
    “So…” Ethan asked casually, trying to find a tactful way to
find out whether he knew anything about the location of the bachelorette party.
Finally he settled with, “Are the girls having fun?”
    Sean shook his head and snorted even while he texted. “Dude,
how long have we known each other? If you want to know if Sara is with Angie,
just say so.”
    Ethan bit back a curse and ran a frustrated hand through his
hair. “Fine,” he griped. “Ask her for me, will you?”
    “Already have, shithead.”
    “Thanks, prick.”
    Sean’s phone chirped, and as he read the response, his face
broke out in a grin.
    “Aw, man, you’re not going to believe this.”
    “What?” Ethan asked with feigned manly indifference. He was dying to know.
    “Guess where Angie and her bridesmaids are?”
    Ethan bit back a growl of frustration and scowled.
    Sean laughed and shook his head. “They’re here, dude.”
    “Huh? Where?” Ethan jumped to his feet, scanning the dim
room with untapped eagerness. She was here? Sara was here?
    “Not right here , you idiot. They’re watching the male
dancers in another part of the club. This place must be huge. I didn’t know
they catered to both men and women.”
    Ethan was already halfway to the door before he felt Sean
grab his shoulder suddenly. The frown on his friend’s face had his ready retort
dying in his throat. “What is it?” he demanded impatiently. “Are they there or
not?” He couldn’t wait to see Sara again, to hold her and feel her glorious
form underneath him.
    Sean held a finger up while he finished reading the last
text message. “Wait, Ethan. Angie’s party is here…but Sara’s not with them.”
    His lungs deflated as disappointment lay in his stomach like
lead. And then he was worried, too. She had left his room hours ago, and if it
wasn’t to rejoin