![]() ![]() “Yes.” This came from Riley Compton, a brunette bombshell whose status as New York’s foremost “sexpert” meant she had zero qualms about discussing sex at her best friend’s rehearsal dinner. Honestly, is sex all you people think about?” Are you talking to my fiancée about semen?” Alex Cassidy asked, coming up beside Emma and setting a possessive hand on her waist. See, when the bees land on a flower, their little feet pick up pollen from the stamen-” Don’t you watch the Discovery Channel? Animal Planet? I just saw a fascinating documentary on bees. ![]() The pollen-producing part of a flower, Sinclair. I’m like the stamen.”Įmma stared at him with wide, slightly accusatory brown eyes. ![]() You’re so delicate and gentle.”Įmma Sinclair, soon to be Emma Cassidy as of this time tomorrow, lifted one elegantly manicured fingernail and flicked his chest. Lincoln Mathis took a slow sip of his cocktail as he studied the fierce bride-to-be. “Lincoln, you know that I love you like a brother, but if you make a move on my sister, I will end you.” ![]()
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