ced dinner time. But Hunter didn't let go of me. "The song's over. You c

en legally single for less than a year and a half. I had no intention of getting married again, so when the famous moment to catch the bride's bouquet came, I stayed in my seat. But of course Anna wouldn't let me. She snatched the microphone fr

one!" The bouquet didn't fly over the bride's head. Instead, she turned around and threw it right at me. On instinct, I grabbed the bouquet of flowers. Grrrr! I wante

ou." "The ones who protest the loudest are the ones with the most to hide." "The ones who cause the most trouble make others angry," I snapped. "He's a really nice guy. I can imagine worse people putting their hands up your dress." "If he's so nice, why wasn't he my date to the wedding?

k to what was happening on the dance floor. We'd missed Derek tossing the garter, but there was no way I could miss the cocky grin on the man who was twirling the garter around his finger and looking in my direction. "Don't tell me you're going to follow that East Coast tradition of having the guy who caught the garter put it on the leg of the woman who caught the bouquet." Anna laughed. "

ton and the music stopped. He spoke into the microphone again: "So, what do you think? Did our friend Hunter here choose the right song for tonight?" I shook my head as the guests laughed and Hunter's eyes sparkled. "Okay. Then maybe you should choose the song." You must have something more appropriate in mind." I thought for a moment, then motioned for

he garter down my calf. "Oh, do we have a gentleman today?" the DJ asked the guests over the microphone. "Is he going to go up?" The wicked glint in Hunter's eyes told me he wasn't going to be a gentleman. Over the next few minutes, to the sound of "Go up! Go up!" chanted in unison by the male audience, Hunter slid the garter up another few inches. And he wasn't just sliding the garter up. His fingers slowly caressed the insid

t even finish singing for the Single Ladies. Hunter slid back to my knee and squeezed him as he tilted to question me: - Don't say that I was the only one to feel it. Pada. - You are okay? - suggested Anna's husband. A drink took two,

s here, and not in the room next door. I tried to pull back the last thing I remembered. Me catching the bouquet, Hunter catching the garter, his hand under my dress. Oh my God. I felt ter