It was me I didn’t believe in. Love for others was well and good. Sometimes it lasted and sometimes it didn’t. I knew itcouldgenuinely be the real deal when the right people came together.
But I wouldn’t ever be one of those people, even if I envied them.
“Are you guys sure you don’t want anyone to stand up with you?” I checked.
The guys had a big friend group. Plenty of willing volunteers would serve as groomsmen.
“We want to keep it small,” Linc said.
“If we were to leave anyone out, they’d kill us, so it’s safer this way,” Darren added with a grin. “I want to live to enjoy the honeymoon.”
I laughed. “I’m sure they’d understand.”
Linc shook his head, making a throat-cutting gesture. “You weren’t there for Evan’s wedding. There was nearly a brawl over Calista and Truman getting the places of honor.”
“Damn right,” Darren said indignantly. “I’m Evan’s closest friend.”
“You’re really not, babe.”
“Hush, Princess. What do you know? You’re an interloper.”
“An interloper? I’m your fiancé!”
“In fact, it’s probably your fault I got left out of the wedding. You hit on Evan in front of Dawson.”
“Before they were together!” Linc protested.
“Okay!” I clapped my hands. “Let’s get started before you two call off your own wedding.”
“Over my dead body,” Darren said.
Well, then. I guess he wasn’t getting cold feet.
Linc laughed. “Yeah, wild horses aren’t dragging me away.”
They looked like they might go the other direction and start fucking in the middle of the park. I hit the button on my phone for the wedding music to start.
They snapped to attention, gazes locked, as they moved in unison toward the center of the arbor.
When they met and linked hands, their smiles turned almost shy. Damn. They were so sweet.
“Perfect.” I cut the music. “Now just imagine that arbor covered in gorgeous flowers and your partner dressed in his best outfit.”
“So his birthday suit?” Darren said. “I mean, I don’t mind, but the guests might be scandalized.”
Linc laughed and whacked his arm. “Stop it!”
“Never.” Darren reeled him into a kiss, and I had to avert my gaze because it made my chest hurt.
It also brought to mind the last kiss I’d had, just after Bryson got me to cough up my humiliating rejection and promised he didn’t need more than I could give. I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I was too weak to end things.
Especially when I saw him every week while planning his brother’s wedding. He was too gorgeous and charming and…freaking irresistible. I’d never had such trouble moving on from a man, not since Michael. Not that I was a jerk or the guys I hooked up with weren’t worth knowing. We were just usually meeting up to have some fun and go our separate ways.
There were no feelings involved.
My phone rang. Bryson’s name on the Caller ID. My stomach tightened with nerves. I probably shouldn’t answer. If I gave us some space and time, Bryson would come to his senses and realize he could do better.
A man like him needed to wait for no one.
