“Oh good. There’s Mia. Come on. It’s time you two met.” Raquel Hartt made a beeline through the crowd to Rome and Ivy. Race’s brother and the bride-to-be stood smiling and chatting to a curvy brunette.

If her front was anything like her enticing back, he just might stick around the house. He eyed Mia’s fine form as he approached.

Long, supple legs disappeared under a short skirt, emphasizing a rounded backside which had him standing at full attention before he even appraised her upper half. A navy halter bared tan shoulders covered sexily by long brown hair hanging loosely down her back. Damn, he was so ready to stand up with this woman. Or lie down, shower- whatever Mia preferred.

“There you are, Mia. I’d like you to meet my other son, Race.” His mother smiled at the beauty slowly turning around.

Pulse pounding, mouth watering, he sent his brother a silent thank you for pairing him with such a-

“Hello, Racine.”

Son-of-a…

“Major?”

Somebody up there hates me. His smile froze as her cold gaze instantly at-eased his libido.