Mr. Right-now

Kate gave her a wry look. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that.”

“Well, they should. Besides, I have the perfect guy for you to have a fling with. Bob’s best man, Dawson McKe

“You’re kidding, right?” Kate asked. “I’ve never even met him.”

“Which is why he’s the perfect guy to have a no-strings-attached fling with. After this weekend, you won’t ever have to see him again, which means you can be as wild and uninhibited in bed as you want.”

Kate shook her head. “You can’t honestly expect me to sleep with some guy I don’t even know.”

“Did I mention he’s handsome, smart, and has an absolutely gorgeous body?” her friend asked.

“You left that part out,” Kate said dryly. “But if he’s handsome, smart and has an absolutely gorgeous body, then why is he still single?”

Rachel shrugged. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Neither should you. You’re not looking to marry the guy, remember? You’re just looking to have a good time with him.”

“I don’t know, Rachel…” Kate began.

“Honey, believe me, if I wasn’t already so in love with Bob, I’d be all over Dawson and his six-pack abs,” Rachel told her.

“God, yes,” Melanie agreed.

“Same here,” Briana said.

“I’d do him,” Heather chimed in.

“Me, too,” Kristen added, then sighed. “But since we’re all married, or about to be, we’ll just have to live vicariously through you.”

Kate narrowed her eyes at the other girl. “So, by doing the best man, I’d be doing all of you a huge favor, is that what you’re saying?”

Kristen gri

“Uh-huh.” Kate sighed. “Look, I know you all mean well, but I’m just not the kind of girl who has a weekend fling with a guy.”

“Even if he is as ridiculously hot as Dawson McKe

“Even then,” Kate insisted.

Beside her, Rachel exchanged looks with the other girls, then nodded. “Okay, okay, we won’t push you. But you might want to change your mind after you meet Dawson.”

Kate didn’t think so and would have told her friend as much, but Bob and the rest of the men were already on their way over to the table, which effectively put an end to the girl talk. Curious to get a glimpse of this hunk her friends thought was so droolworthy, she was casually trying to get a look at him when she recognized the gorgeous guy from the ferry in their midst. He had exchanged the jeans and T-shirt for a pair of khaki pants and a button-up shirt, but there was there was no mistaking those ruggedly handsome features. She blinked in surprise. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Perfect was the best man?

She glanced at Rachel curiously, hoping her friend would give her a conspiratorial wink to let her know if he was the best man or not, but the other girl was smiling up at her fiancé. “We were begi

Bob chuckled as he handed her a glass of white wine. “We were watching the game. We figured you’d be so busy talking that you wouldn’t notice we were missing.”

Rachel gave Kate and the other girls a knowing look. “What did I tell you? Good thing the Mariners aren’t playing this weekend or we’d be getting married in front of a big-screen TV.”

Although Kate laughed along with everyone else, she couldn’t keep her gaze from going back to Dawson McKe

Beside Kate, Rachel glanced her way. “Kate, this is Dawson McKe

He flashed her a smile. “The maid of honor. Then this must be for you.” He held out a glass of wine. “Bob mentioned you’d come outside while we were at the bar, so we figured we should get you something, too. Hope white wine is okay?”

Though Kate was vaguely aware of the glass in Dawson ’s hand, she was so mesmerized by his voice, she couldn’t seem to make herself reach out to take it. When Rachel and the other girls were going on about how hot the best man was, they forgot to mention his voice was as sexy as the rest of him. She couldn’t remember ever feeling heat pool between her thighs at the sound of a man’s voice. Damn, with a voice as deep and velvety as his, Dawson could probably read to her from the dictionary and her pussy would be purring like she was a cat in heat.

Kate absently wondered if the only reason she was so hot and bothered by this guy was because her friends had gone on and on about how beddable he was. Had they planted a subliminal suggestion?

She didn’t realize how long she’d been sitting there gazing up at Dawson until Rachel nudged her foot underneath the table. Abruptly aware of the amusement on the other girls’ faces, Kate blushed. Well, what did they expect? They were the ones who made a big thing about what a hunk Dawson was in the first place. It wasn’t her fault they’d been right.

Ignoring them, Kate returned Dawson ’s smile and reached out to take the glass. “White wine is perfect. Thank you.”

Rachel said, “I was just reminding the girls we’re playing croquet tomorrow. We’re going to be in teams of two, so I thought maybe you and Kate could pair up, Dawson. Is that okay with you?”

Kate stifled a groan. So much for Rachel not pushing Dawson on her. She couldn’t be angry with her friend, though. Like Kristen said, Dawson was ridiculously hot. Maybe having a fling with him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Good heavens, how could she even be thinking of doing that? Weekend flings were not her style.

“Fine by me.” He lifted a brow. “Kate?”

For some reason, her name sounded provocative on his tongue, and between her thighs, her pussy quivered. She barely managed to resist sliding her hand between her legs to touch herself as she gave him a nod. “Sounds good.” She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Though I do have to warn you, I’ve never played croquet before.”

He gave her a sexy smile. “I have. I can show you a few things, if you want.”

Kate’s pulse quickened at the suggestive words. While she kept trying to convince herself she didn’t do casual sex, her mind was telling her something completely different. Right now, she was imagining all the wicked things she wanted Dawson to show her and none of them had anything to do with croquet.

Underneath the table, Rachel nudged her foot again. Kate pretended not to notice as she sipped her wine.

As if apparently satisfied with her efforts to get Operation Get-Kate-Laid in motion, Rachel changed the subject, talking about the rest of the events she had pla

As she took another sip of wine, Kate studied Dawson from underneath her lashes, letting her gaze wander over his wide shoulders and broad chest. Regardless of her earlier protests, the thought of having a fling with him was definitely tempting. But could she really let herself go enough to have a fun-filled weekend of meaningless sex if a long-term relationship wasn’t even on the table? She wasn’t sure.