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It didn’t matter how perfectly those tight clothes clung to every curve, because Sonia Jacobson was a grade-A bitch. She was brash. Blunt. Curt. And she never spoke to him, looked him in the eye, or used his fucking name.
Once Diana started at Yale, he couldn’t avoid Sonia. But she made it crystal clear she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Every weekend, Di and Ian had visited back and forth between UConn and Yale. Occasionally, Brendan tagged along.
When he did, Sonia was there. She and Diana roomed together all four years of college, because sweet, lovable Diana got along best with the grouchy girl who happened to hate his guts.
From the day they met, Brendan had tried to be nice to her, but Sonia was like a porcupine shooting out quills. She always called Ian by his name, but she referred to Brendan as “it.” Di confided, like it was a huge joke, that Sonia also called him “the devil incarnate.”
What was her problem? He was a nice guy. The nicest. She just refused to admit it.
And she got him hard like no one else did.
He hated that about her most of all.
“So,” Di was saying, “of course we need to include her in the wedding party.”
“Of course,” Brendan agreed. “Because that’s what you do with someone who doesn’t want to be there. You make them stand up in front of everybody.”
“Don’t be snarky, Brendan.”
He managed a laugh. “You and Ian are the only ones who see my snark. Who else can I let it out with?”
“Fair enough. But this is mywedding.And if my best friend is coming, she’s going to be involved.”
Brendan scrubbed his hand over his hair, rumpling it. The light turned green, and he stepped on the gas. The mere mention of Sonia got his gut churning and his dick rising. It wasn’t a combination anyone else was able to cause.
“Where’s this going, Di?”
A heavy silence filled the phone line. Brendan thought the call might have dropped until Diana said, “I need you to walk Sonia down the aisle.”
“What?”he spluttered.
“It’ll be perfect,” she said in a rush. “You’re not bringing a date, and we had one more groomsman than bridesmaid. Now we’re even. Uncle Andy can walk Grandma O’Brian down the aisle instead of you.”
“Di, Sonia hates me. You know that. She won’t look at me or talk to me.”
“Well, you won’t have to look at each other,” Di implored. “You can look straight ahead. Right at me and Ian. Please, Brendan.”
He sighed. “Do I have a choice?”
“Listen, the two of you are really important people to us. We love you both, and you have been and will continue to be a huge part of our lives. So you need to get along.”
“Tell that to Sonia,” he grumbled. “I’m all for getting along.”
“Um.” Di hesitated.
“What?”
“Maybe you can tell her yourself. I have another favor to ask.”
Another one?It couldn’t possibly be worse than walking Sonia down the aisle.
He summoned a cheery voice. “Ask away.”
“So you might remember that Sonia’s a dancer.”
Hell yes, he remembered.
“And she’s running a small dance company in DC, not that far from you.”
