CHAPTER 1
Sutton
“Please tell me you didn’t bring that hideous brown dress to wear to the wedding.”
Nohello, nohow are you—just straight to the point when I answered. It was one of the things I loved about Miles Hartley, except when hispointwas a critique of me.
I took a step forward in line. “It’s a beautiful dress.”
“It is. You should wear it to bingo when you go down to visit your grandmother in Florida.”
I rolled my eyes, but chuckled. “I hate you.”
“No, you love me. Youhatewhen I’m right. Which is often, when it comes to your life. And because you love me so much, I’m currently in your room digging through boxes looking for the red dress youshould’vebrought. I’ll bring it in my bag tomorrow. Also, why did you answer the phone? I thought I was going to leave you a message. Shouldn’t you be in the air by now?”
“Hang on a second.” I took another step and handed the gate agent my boarding pass.
She scanned it. “Have a good flight.”
“Thank you.” Once I entered the jet bridge, I lifted my phone and returned my attention to Miles on FaceTime. “Weren’t you just wearing blue glasses a minute ago?”
He shrugged. “These match your panties.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. My best friend had a collection of more than a hundred pairs of glasses, each more colorful than the last. He had a penchant for matching them to his outfits, but pairing them with my panties was a new one.
“I thought your flight took off at eight?” he said.
“It’s delayed an hour. And you better pack everything back up and seal the boxes when you’re done rummaging through my life. The moving company is coming tomorrow morning to bring me those.”
“Ooh.When did you get this red mesh bra? Does it have matching panties?”
“Can you please stop going through my underwear?”
“Seriously, this thing is hot as fuck. It might even make my gay ass a little hard if you put it on.”
“Wonderful. I can finally achieve my life’s goal.”
“If there aren’t matching panties, I’m going shopping and finding you some. Becausethisis what you’re wearing under the red dress at the wedding.”
“I’m not wearing the red dress.”
“Then how are you going to bang the best man?”
“I amnotbanging Brendan’s brother.”
Though I was definitely overdue for a good banging.Way, wayoverdue. And I hadn’t mentioned to Miles that I planned to remedy that problem sooner rather than later.
“Why not? His underbite doesn’t make him look as much like a bulldog as it did before the braces.”
I boarded the plane and found my row. “I have to go. I just got to my seat, and I need to put my luggage in the overhead bin and get situated.”
“All right. But promise me one thing.”
I sighed. “What?”
“You won’t have a couple of glasses of wine and respond to the jackrabbit’s text. You get emotional when you drink.”
“I amdefinitelynot responding to Brendan.” I was stopped in the aisle with my luggage, and the woman behind me didn’t look happy. “Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
