If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

there sane, and without making himself look like an ass at his best friend’s wedding, he had to exercise caution.
    Sometimes, caution could serve a man well.
    And sometimes, so could throwing caution to the wind.
    Law Reilly was tempted to throw caution to the wind and just get the hell out of the Inn, especially after Mackenzie Cartwright came simpering up to him, pressing her breasts against his arm, angling herself so he could see clear down to her belly button if he wanted.
    He looked—hell, why not? She put herself there on display.
    But she was also in the mood to dance … and maybe leave early … weddings always made her … She’d actually trailed off with a suggestive giggle as she slid her hand down, resting it on his hip.
    Shit.
    “Part of the wedding party, kid,” he said, tacking the
kid
on just to annoy her. She was twenty-three, definitelytoo young for him, although hardly a
kid
. “I think I’m supposed to hang around awhile.”
    Then he put some serious floor space between them and wondered how long he needed to hang around. He didn’t want to be there. Didn’t want to watch as Lena Riddle snuggled up against Ezra King for what had to be their fiftieth damn kiss. But she wasn’t Lena Riddle now. She was Lena King.
    And he wasn’t jealous—exactly. Well, he was.
    He was damn jealous, but not because he wanted to be the one she was pressing her pretty mouth against. There had been a time when that was exactly what he wanted.
    But he wasn’t the one for Lena.
    Lena was happy with the guy, happier than Law had ever seen her. He couldn’t begrudge her that happiness, even if once upon a time he’d imagined himself in Ezra’s place.
    There was an ache in his heart, though. Yearning wisps of envy that had him wishing he was anywhere but here. Okay, anywhere but here or anywhere with Mackenzie.
    Home, alone, sounded good.
    Weddings weren’t exactly his favorite way to pass the time, but this was one of his best friends … and even though once upon a time he’d desperately loved her, seeing her happy was important to him.
    With just about anybody else, he could have ignored the invite.
    Except he was the one who had given away the bride. Hard to ignore the invite when that was the case. Sighing, he tipped his beer back and counted down the minutes until he could make a polite escape.
    For Lena, he could be polite.
    “You look about as happy to be here as you’d be at your own funeral,” a soft, quiet voice said.
    Glancing down, he made himself smile.
    Hope Carson stood barely five foot six, even in the three-inch heels she’d worn with her maid of honor dress. She was slender … and she was the only other person in the entire world with the power to get him into a monkey suit.
    Her dress was as green as her eyes and gleamed against her pale skin. She’d always had that delicate beauty, but tonight, he had to admit, she looked amazing.
    And every guy who looked at her longer than two seconds probably felt the lingering stare of her boyfriend, the county DA, Remy Jennings.
    Well, every guy but Law. Law was nothing more than a brother to Hope, like she was nothing more than a sister to him, a fact that Remy was more than well aware of. So when Hope leaned against him and hugged him, Law wasn’t overly concerned when Remy’s eyes lingered on them. Hell, he enjoyed needling the guy anyway.
    That was what had him leaning down and pressing his mouth to Hope’s. Pissing the DA off was a favorite pastime of his. Had been for a while. Passing a hand over Hope’s hair, careful not to dislodge the delicate spray of flowers near her right ear, he said, “You look amazing, sweetheart.”
    “Thanks.” She smoothed a hand down one narrow hip and sent a look over her shoulder, smiling in Lena’s direction. “It looks like her day went well, right?”
    “Hell, she’s married. That was the goal, right?”
    Hope rolled her eyes. “You’re such a guy. Yes, she’s married … and that’s the goal. Sort of. But getting there, how they do it, the memories … it matters.”
    “Whatever.” Law took another drink of his beer, shooting Remy another look. He was talking to one of his cousins, Carter Jennings—Roz’s husband.
    Hank Jennings was also there with some woman Law couldn’t immediately place. Hank was the mayor, and inLaw’s opinion, a class A asshole. Although he’d gotten a little better over the past few months.
    The Jennings clan—the whole damn county was