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He’d become adept at drifting from relationship to relationship, never allowing things to become too serious.

Why was he here?

A question that had nothing to do with witnessing his best friend’s wedding and everything to do with moving back to his hometown.

He glanced over at Sammi, this time finding her brown eyes staring at him, brows drawn together in worry.

Her customary braid was gone today, her long dark hair left free to spill over her bare shoulders and halfway down her back, thick and glossy. He knew firsthand how decadent those silky strands felt as they flowed across his hands… his body.

He shifted in his spot to keep from remembering too deeply, knowing this was not the time or place. Later, when he slugged back his first shot of whiskey and tried to push away the horrors of the last eight years, he could afford to nurse his regrets.

Soft clapping around him made him realize the bride and groom were now in each other’s arms, their lips locked together.

How soon could he get out of here?

Love conquers all.

Wrong.