It hits me seconds before she says it, my vision going hazy.
“Kai wants Crane to be his best man.”
TWENTY-SIX
CRANE
Ididn’t expect any less from Sierra, not really. If I were her, I wouldn’t speak to me either.
“I’m sorry, man, I don’t know what’s with her.” Kai glares at Sierra through the French doors, and I wonder whether I should enlighten him or not.
Declan is glaring at me from across the room as Wendy Carson whispers in his ear.
“I still can’t believe she’s withhim,” I mutter.
Kai sighs. “Can you get over it? Huh?”
This isn’t about me and Sierra.
That shit is over.
I have to be here for Kai, that’s all.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I change the subject, and Kai grins.
“I think you know. The reason I can’t get married without you, is because I want you to be my best man.”
My stomach sinks.
Is he serious?
I’m the last candidate for the role of a best man.
I’ve been missing for five years.
I slept with his sister and left without a word.
I’ve been a shit friend.
“Kai, I don’t know…” I begin, but Kai shakes his head, resting his hand on my shoulder.
“It’s you, or I go without a best man. Your call.”
Fuck.
“Kai, man...”
“You need to organise my bachelor party.” Kai jabs me in the ribs, leaning in close. “I want something I’ll never forget.”
A bachelor party.
Jesus.
“Is that it?” I chuckle, sweeping a hand through my hair.
“The first toast. Hold the rings. You know, that kind of shit.”
Kai gazes at me, and I see years of missed friendship lying in tatters there.
