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Emma

“Are you having fun?” the curly-haired brunette across the table shouted

Resisting the urge to tell the truth, I did my best to project my voice above the throb of the ave n She seemed nice—too bad I couldn’t remember her name

The woood-lookingthe shiny red jockstrap he wore Sonia, my future sister-in-law, called out, “Yeah, baby!” I couldn’t tell if she was really into this scene or just going through the motions since she was the hostess of my bachelorette party

Okay, it was a bit aard to watch nearly naked men omen I didn’t know, but it was still kind of Sonia to do this We only o when my fiancé Clint and I left Pennsylvania to ht here in his hometown of Riverside Clint had insisted that Sonia be my maid of honor, and it wasn’t like I knew anyone else here yet

“Shake that thang,” shouted a woman from another table I sippedat the wo money under the tiny elastic strap that held up the pouch in front

Well, mostly held it up He looked like he was seconds away from a wardrobe malfunction

The final chords of the deafening -related disaster could strike, the spotlights on the stage turned off There was a round of applause as the inebriated wo went on for quite souy hadn’t been that good—not that I could talk I couldn’t dance to save my life

Then one of Sonia’s friends leaned over, the taller one whose naht have been Pam “The headliners are up next—twin brothers You won’t want to miss this”

Ah Judging fro from all around me, I was the only one in the room that hadn’t known that This really wasn’t ain, most croeren’t But since Sonia had taken the tie for a bachelorette party, I should doit

I took a deep breath and plastered a se I bit back a wince as the neckline of the black cocktail dress Sonia had lent me threatened to reveal more than it should The dress definitely didn’t fit h it was pretty, I’d spent half the night worrying thatto spill out of the loose, low-cut neckline

The lights were still low, and the wo their hands on the table, clearly excited about the next act The rhyth to me—or maybe it was the alcohol Whatever it was,sound, and in spite of

Then there was a loud whoop, like a cowboy sound, and the spotlights flashed on, aimed directly at the absolute sexiest ht in ht dress, and then I muttered, “Holy shit,” at the sa

The two identical e co, surveying the crowd as if they were real soldiers gearing up for a mission The twins see them

Good God, I’d never, ever seen men like that in person They could’ve been overnor Or president Or supreme leader of the universe

The men marched forward, their movements crisp and precise The music had a drue and start to put theh their paces at any moment

I’d like theh my paces

Where had that thought cohts like that, especially not about strange s like that about Clint

Then the men started to dance Except dance was too taave way to fluid move and snapping their bodies as if they had at least two tie person