Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
I couldn’t disagree with the numbers.
We were a match made in a science lab.
Still, the idea of spending the rest of the evening with his close college friends was enough to make me want to break out into hives. I’d been to a few of his work functions and dealt with colleagues of his before, and I always left feeling less than those around me. I didn’t think they did it on purpose, either. They just spoke in a language I didn’t understand. I was pretty sure they’d feel the same way if I had gone full-blown sports talk with them.
Needless to say, I was scared of having nothing in common with the people who meant the most to Wesley.
I swung the bathroom door open and smiled at Wesley. “Sorry, sorry. Got a little backed up.”
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Yup. That’s so.”
He reached forward , dug into my bra, and pulled out my cell phone. “So you weren’t just cussing at your cell phone watching the World Series?”
“The Super Bowl,” I corrected, snatching my phone back from him. “And no. I wasn’t watching that. Of course not. Not when we decided on a technology-free evening.”
“Good. I’m guessing that means you won’t mind if I keep this,” he said, taking the phone back from me. He slid it into his back pocket and kissed my cheek. “Now, come on. It’s about time you meet my friends. They just texted that they are about two minutes away.”
Wesley and I had been dating for over three years, yet I’d never met a handful of his closest friends. He moved from Charlotte, North Carolina, to Illinois for a job position over five years ago, leaving most of his close friends in North Carolina. This was the first time his three friends had come to visit him in small-town Honey Creek.
It would be nice to meet his groomsmen finally. I’d heard many stories about Patrick, Lance, and Drew, though Drew wasn’t in the wedding. I only had my sisters standing up for me, so it would’ve been an odd number. It did feel odd that Wesley said Drew was his best friend, yet he didn’t ask him to be his best man. Wesley offered that role to Lance instead. When I asked about it, Wesley shrugged it off. I guess guy friendships were different.
The four of them went to undergrad together and kept close contact even after going their separate ways for graduate school. As far as I knew, they were all super brains, too, like Wesley.
When the doorbell rang, I followed Wesley to the foyer, ready to be as social as possible. I put on a big smile as Wesley opened his front door, and the three individuals stood there with huge grins. They all shouted big hoorays, holding up bottles of champagne as they rushed over to Wesley and pulled him into a big hug.
They laughed and celebrated a warm reunion as I stood back, taking in the situation. Once they released their grip on Wesley, they walked into the foyer and smiled my way.
Wesley walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist. “You guys, this is my beautiful, talented, breathtaking fiancée, Avery. Avery, this is Patrick, Lance, and Drew,” he stated, gesturing toward each individual.
I shook hands with each of them, a little thrown off when it came to the last hand I shook, Drew’s. It appeared to me that there had been some kind of miscommunication along the line when it came to Wesley’s best friend.
Drew Jacobson was a woman.
A very beautiful woman with long blond hair and the bluest of blue eyes.
I tried my best to play it cool as I was introduced to them all, but I couldn’t get over the fact that I had no clue his best friend was a very beautiful woman with long blond hair and the bluest of blue eyes.
Lovely.
I wasn’t an insecure woman, but seeing Drew sent a wave of discomfort through me. Especially based on how she looked at Wesley with heart-shaped eyes. Maybe it was my imagination, but Drew seemed to hug Wesley a little too long for my liking. There was always a slight bit of discomfort when another woman hugged a taken guy a little too long. Last year, I almost got into a fistfight with our town’s gossip, Milly West, when she put her grimy hands around Alex on his and Yara’s wedding day. Willow informed me it would’ve been unladylike to beat up a woman in her sixties on our sister’s wedding day, but I considered it. That was until Alex grimaced and peeled Milly’s hands away from him. He instantly wrapped himself around Yara and rolled his eyes at Milly.
One thing Alex Ramírez would always do was roll his eyes and sit in annoyance with anyone and everyone who wasn’t his wife. He loathed human interaction as much as I did. One of the things he and I had in common. The other thing? Our love for my younger sister.