I didn't know which of Douglas's friends would be groomsmen, but none of the friends I knew him to have were my type. "I don't know. That's notme."
"It's not like you'd see any of them again. Just have one—or more—of them screw your brains out."
I stuck a fry into my mouth and thought about the last time I’d had sex. It had been a while, but I wasn't sure any of Douglas's uppity friends could bang my brains out. "Yeah, I don't think any of them can do that. I'd break them."
Adriane tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes at me. "Oh, shut up."
"I'm serious."
"Well, then they would have a story to pass along to Douglas about how you were so good in bed that you broke their fucking dick off."
The waiter took that moment to check on us. "Um, how's everything tasting?"
"Good, thank you," I replied.
"Great. Just let me know if I can get you anything else."
"Are you single?" Adriane asked.
My dark brown eyes widened.
He chuckled. "Actually, I'm not."
"Ah, that's too bad. You could have gone to Fiji."
"A!" I scolded.
"What?" She grinned. "I'm trying to solve your problem."
The waiter didn't say anything further and walked away.
"I'm not taking a stranger to the wedding."
"Well, I would go with you if I could get the time off of work."
"I know." Adriane had just started a job as a dental assistant and wouldn't have vacation time for several months.
"You know"—she took a sip of her strawberry milkshake—"I heard some of the girls talking in the office, and apparently, Dr. McKenna's husband is friends with some male escorts at Saddles & Racks."
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"You know what an escort is, right?"
"Of course, I do."
She lifted a shoulder. "Maybe you should hire one."
"Have you lost your mind?" I snorted.
"Maybe." She laughed. "But they'd probably play the part of your loving boyfriend, while you get your brains screwed out of your head. I also don't think you'd break aprofessional'sdick off."
That night, I kept replaying my lunch with Adriane, and before I knew it, I had the Saddles & Racks website up on my computer. I didn't know if any of them went out of town on dates, how much it would cost, or if they would want to go all the way to Fiji, but to my surprise, my research showed that hiring an escort to go with you out of town was a thing. As I read each guy's profile and found out only one guy at Saddles & Racks would travel, I smiled. Nick had multiple tattoos and looked like a bad boy, whereas Douglas would never mark up his body. He was the complete opposite of the soon-to-beDr.Douglas Marcus Alexander.
Nick wasperfect.
I wasn't sure who I wanted to shock more, my ex or my family that didn't care about my feelings. Nick would do both, and therefore, I sent an inquiry to the agency to see if I could book him for the trip. I couldn't believe I was considering hiring a male escort, but it was my last resort, even if I spent my entire savings doing it.
It didn't take long for my phone to ring with a local number after sending the email. "Hello?"
