Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Hunter eyed me. “She’s going to girls’ night?”
I nodded. “Yeah, why?”
He gave a half-shoulder shrug. “No reason.”
Narrowing an eye at him, I asked, “Are you two still hooking up?”
He shook his head. “Nah, that was a fleeting thing. Meant nothing.”
I glanced over at Aiden and Kyle, who were also both looking at Hunter.
“From what Abby tells me, Arabella and Brighton have become pretty good friends.”
Hunter met my gaze. “That’s good.”
I shot a quick glance back at Aiden.
“It’s nice to see Arabella getting out and about more,” he said. “Willa told me she hasn’t been so secluded the last year or so. That’s a good thing, right?”
Hunter nodded. “I guess so.”
“Dude, are you ever going to tell her you’re still in love with her?” Kyle asked.
Hunter cleared his throat and reached into the cooler for a beer. “Time for a subject change.”
I could see the frustration on Aiden’s and Kyle’s faces, but I sympathized with Hunter. I knew exactly how he was feeling.
When I looked away from him, I caught Aiden and Kyle exchanging a glance.
They knew. Somehow, the two of them knew what had happened with Arabella, or at least suspected. Kyle had never said anything, but that day he took Arabella and Abby hiking, something had changed between all three of them. Kyle seemed to be…protective of Arabella, without really trying to show it.
Kyle must have sensed the need to move on, because he laughed and said, “Poor Abby thinks she’s pulling off the greatest secret ever, and everyone knows it’s a wedding and not a luncheon.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Someone is going to have to record it all, so I can see her face when she realizes everyone’s in on it.”
“Greer’s going to record it,” Kyle stated. “She’ll use my phone. Nothing records better than my Samsung.”
Hunter, Aiden, and I all let out a groan. “You and that damn phone, dude. It’s like you’re in love with it.”
Kyle smirked. “I’m sorry if my phone kicks your phone’s ass when it comes to photos and videos.”
Hunter slowly shook his head. “Do you sleep with that thing too?”
“She’s right next to my bed, always ready and waiting if I need her.”
“Christ,” Aiden mumbled. “You really need to get a girlfriend, dude.”
Kyle shot Aiden the middle finger, then looked back at me. “Best man again?”
“What?” I asked.
“You need me to be the best man again? I’ve got you covered, bro.”
I could see from the corner of my eye that Hunter was trying not to laugh.
“Nah, I don’t need you for that. I already asked Aiden.”
Not missing a beat, Aiden lifted his beer to me. “I won’t let you down.”
Hunter dropped his head and suddenly seemed interested in something on his hardwood floor.
“You asked Aiden to be your best man?” Kyle snapped. “Dude, how could you do that to me?”
“You already had your chance,” Aiden offered up.
Kyle’s eyes went from me, to Aiden, then back to me. “I’m hurt, bro. Like, hurt. I thought we were like brothers.”
“Kyle, you’re all like brothers to me.”
“But…you asked Aiden?”
“What’s wrong with asking me?” Aiden questioned, actually seeming a little pissed by Kyle’s question. I was struggling to hold it together.
Hunter finally lost the battle and started laughing his ass off. Aiden soon joined in, followed by me.
Kyle stared at us with a confused expression. “What’s so fucking funny?”
I held up my hand for him to give me a second to catch my breath. “I’m fucking with you, dude. I’m not going to have a best man. Arabella already told me Abby isn’t having anyone stand up with her. She wants to keep it simple.”
Kyle dropped back into his chair, a look of relief on his face. “I knew you were kidding the whole time.”
“Sure you did, Kyle,” Hunter teased as he reached down and scooped up Cat. “Was your daddy a little butt hurt, Cat?”
“Put my damn dog down, Turner.”
Hunter did as Kyle asked, and Cat took off running and jumped right on top of a sleeping Jack. The two started to play once again.
“Kyle, I need you to do something even more important than be the best man,” I said.
He perked up. “I’m listening.”
I cleared my throat as I rubbed at the back of my neck. “It’s more like a favor.”
He frowned. “Why do I feel like I’m not going to like this favor?”
The corner of my mouth lifted. “Do you think you can find a jacket with flowers on it?”
He sank back in his chair. “Fuck. I’m for sure not going to like this idea.”
Hunter set his beer on the coffee table, then rubbed his hands together. “Oh man, I can’t wait to hear this.”
“Hunter, can you ask Bree to take photos?” I asked, pointing at him.
With a nod, he said, “I’m on it.”
“Aiden—” I looked at him and narrowed my eyes—“can you drive the tractor and cart people from the house to the greenhouse, since the weather’s calling for snow?”