“I can see that you are.” Brittney twirled across their hotel room, arms outstretched, providing an indication that she’d studied ballet somewhere in her past. She’d had too much to drink, though, so she stumbled on the third turn, and Matt was there to steady her. “Whoa, girl. Slow down.” “Amy and Faith are so nice,” she said. “Yes, they are,” he concurred. “I think they like me. Don’t you think they like me?” “I think they love you, kiddo.” He smirked. “Told you so.” “Told me what?” “That they’d behave like normal people and be very glad you came.” He eased her down into a nearby chair, and she grinned, giving him a hot, searing look that made his heart race. “Wasn’t it a beautiful wedding?” she asked. “We weren’t there for the wedding.” “Well, reception then. You know what I mean.” “Yes, I do. The reception was great.” And he wasn’t lying. He’d had a terrific time. Lucas and Dustin Merriweather had actually managed to find themselves a couple of awesome wives. How they were able to convince two such marvelously ordinary women to join the dreaded Merriweather clan was a mystery.
