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“Don’t you dare. I moved heaven and hell to be with you guys next weekend. I’m not giving up my job as best man.”
“Oh, come on, Brendan.” Di let out a yawn. “Everyone knows you’re the best man already.”
“Finally, she admits it,” Brendan joked. An awkward silence fell. “I’m kidding.”
“I know.”
Brendan chuckled, relieved to let the moment pass. But the past weighed on him — all the years of playing games, the agreements the twins had made growing up.
Brendan was the good twin who could do no wrong; Ian was the bad twin who took the fall for their pranks and misbehavior. When it was convenient, they switched names and roles, mimicking each other’s speech and body language like they were slipping on a second skin.
At the time, it made sense. They got away with more; there was a secret thrill in fooling people. It was the two of them against the world.
Until Ian rebelled against being the rebel. Until he got sick of relying on Brendan to take charge and run the show.
It all came to a head with Diana.
Five years ago, their sweet next-door neighbor and childhood friend, who’d grown up gorgeous but turned too shy to talk to them, had given Brendan an opening. He’d sensed Di was a smoldering sex bomb under her shrinking-violet exterior. He’d also known Ian had been in love with Di for years and didn’t think he had a chance. She was smart as hell, about to graduate high school as valedictorian and go to Yale, while Ian’s reputation had only gotten worse since he went off to UConn for college.
So Brendan orchestrated an affair. A threesome. An education for Diana.
To him, it was an opportunity to bring Ian and Di together while he greased the wheels. And when Diana unfolded like a flower, willing to explore with them both, revealing herself to be utterly insatiable…well, that was icing on the cake.
Until his plans went too far and exploded, and Di and Ian found their way to each other without his interference.
He sighed. All was well that ended well. Di and Ian were getting married in nine days, and he’d be the best man. Cheering them on from the sidelines, just as he should be.
Except the threesome had never officially ended.
“Brendan?” Diana said.
“I’m here, cutie. What’s up?”
“One sec, let me put my glasses on.”
Brendan chuckled. “What do you need to see?”
“I need tothink.”
“Don’t think, just ask,” he said smoothly. “I told you and Ian, whatever you need, I’m your man. Thebestman.”
“So, you remember Sonia,” Di said cautiously.
Brendan sucked in a breath, his chest tightening. He turned right at an intersection. “I do.”
“My college roommate…best friend from Yale.”
“Haven’t forgotten about her.”
“She’s coming to the wedding.” Di hurried to get the words out. “I didn’t think she would, because she hates big events. For a while, she was saying she’d celebrate us once we were married and skip all the pageantry and bullshit. But she just announced that she changed her mind.”
“Well, that’s good. I’m glad she decided to come.” Stopping at a red light, Brendan leaned his head against the seat, because he was feeling faint.
Sonia fucking Jacobson.
Of course he remembered her. This business with not coming to the wedding sounded exactly like Sonia, because she had no regard for protocol or manners.
Unwillingly, he pictured her petite figure, lithe and muscled. Her dark pixie cut, brushing her graceful neck. Her clothing, all black and gray and red, loose dresses and wide pants, with the occasional tight number. His cock strained against his slacks, stiff and swollen.
