The Best Man Read Online Natasha Anders (Alpha Men #2)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alpha Men Series by Natasha Anders
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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His eyebrows lifted to his hairline and his scrutiny moved to Daff, who lifted her shoulders behind Daisy’s back.

Go with it, she mouthed, and his head dipped for a very brief instant, acknowledging her words.

“We just want your big day to be cool,” he mumbled, and Daisy wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him for good measure. The embrace was over before he could figure out what to do with his comically outstretched arms and Daff bit back a grin, loving how flustered he looked.

“Anyway, happy planning, guys. I’m sure whatever you come up with will be awesome. Daff, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure,” Daff responded and waved her happily smiling sister off. The silence after Daisy left felt weighted with both expectation and uncertainty, and Daff wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“I should probably drive myself,” she said, voicing the thought that had occurred to her just seconds after their text conversation the previous evening. “More convenient that way.”

“Convenient for whom?”

Whom?

“You? Me? Both of us?” she supplied, her voice breathless.

“Since I just drove here with the intention of picking you up, it wouldn’t be convenient for me,” he pointed out.

Daff couldn’t fault that logic.

“Ralphie’s or MJ’s?” she asked, reaching for the coatrack alongside the front door. He beat her to it and grabbed her double-breasted cashmere coat—not the one she would have chosen considering the rain—and held it open. Damn it. She would not be charmed by his unconsciously courteous little gestures.

Deciding not to say anything about his choice in coats, she slid her arms into the armholes and buttoned and belted it efficiently. She tensed when he unexpectedly dropped a hand onto one of her shoulders and slid the other beneath the hair at her nape, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there as he lifted the shoulder-length fall from the neck of the coat. He smoothed a gentle hand over her hair, patting it in place before stepping back without a word and reaching past her to open the door.

Still staggered by the alarming intimacy of his previous action, it took Daff a moment to readjust and even out her jagged breathing and erratic heartbeat. This was crazy. It was Spencer, he was harmless . . . he wasn’t the kind of guy who normally attracted her.

Then again, considering how spectacularly all her previous relationships had crashed and burned, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

She shook herself. Allowing herself to think like that was dangerous. Spencer Carlisle wasn’t someone with whom she could have any kind of romantic interaction. When it failed—and it would fail—she wouldn’t be able to simply erase him from her life. He’d always be around, at family gatherings, in town, at work . . . reminding her of yet another failure in her life.

“Daff?” The gruff sound of her name in his voice didn’t help. Why was everything about him suddenly so damned sexy?

“Yes. Sorry. I was trying to remember if I had my wallet or not.” The words sounded lame and unconvincing to her, but it was all she had.

“Doesn’t matter. You won’t need it.”

Rolling her eyes at that bit of macho nonsense, she chose not to respond. She’d fight that battle when she had to. She waved him ahead, and when he gave her that truculent look she was becoming so familiar with, she fought against rolling her eyes again.

“I know you’re a gentleman and ladies first and all that, but I have to lock up, so move your ass.” He stood there for another second before, with obvious reluctance, moving ahead and exiting the house. He stopped on the tiny front porch, opening the umbrella and waiting for her to lock up.

When she turned to join him, he hooked his—much too familiar—arm around her waist and dragged her to his side to shelter her beneath the umbrella before leading her out into the rain. She was in his car before she even had time to protest, watching him run around the front, not bothering with the umbrella this time.

She had been expecting the pickup truck, but this sleek, masculine automobile was a lot more elegant and beautiful than the truck he normally drove. She’d seen him drive by in it a couple of times, of course, but not often enough for her to begin associating this sexy ride with the Spencer Carlisle she’d known all her life.

Because of his humility, the fact that he drove around in an old pickup truck, and dressed in sweats most of the time, it was easy to forget how successful he was. This car was tangible evidence of that success and wealth. A gorgeous, metallic-blue panther of a machine.

“Nice car,” she said drily when he climbed into the driver’s seat, and he glanced at her for a second before starting the engine.


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