Epilogue
Four Months Later
“No, no, no!” I drop my forehead to the table. “Why is this so hard for them to get right? Champagne and ivory are not the same color. The seat sashes are supposed to be champagne, not f*cking ivory!”
Liv pats my shoulder. “There, there, Bridezilla. You have three months still to chew their asses out until they get it right.”
“Liv, with the amount Aaron is paying them to get it right, I shouldn’t have to be chewing asses.” I sigh and straighten again. “This is crazy. Why can’t we just elope in some tropical country and get married without all this fancy crap?”
My best friend laughs and shuts the laptop down. “Okay, babe. Let’s get you a drink. You and I both know you wouldn’t want to have this any other way.”
“I know. I just… It’s three months away and already I’m being bogged down by shit. Why can’t these people just get things right?”
Two glasses of wine appear on the table between us. “Listen to me, Dayton. You will get this fixed. Has Aaron chosen his best man yet?”
“Yes. He had him picked three months ago. He just got his ass in gear and asked him.”
Finally. He can’t even use the whole face-to-face excuse because Tyler moved to Seattle a month after Aaron popped the question. No, he’s just been lazy about it.
“Who is it? Anyone hot and rich from his company?”
I snort at the way she perks up and reopen the laptop, bringing up my email. “His cousin. Although, Tyler is hot and rich. And kind of from the company. I mean, he’s a photographer. He’s the guy training me. I don’t know how you two haven’t met yet. Hmm.”
I glance up at her when she doesn’t reply and take in her face. Wide eyes. Parted lips. Flushed cheeks.
“Uh, Liv?”
“Um.” She takes a deep breath. “Did you say Tyler? A photographer?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I know him already.”
I tilt my head to one side. “Well, I suppose that will make everything easier. The whole maid-of-honor-best-man thing. You guys have to get along.”
“Oh, we do. I can’t say we’ve talked much, but we get along just fine.”
It clicks. I stare at her, my jaw dropping, and she flattens her mouth into a thin line. Slowly, I close the laptop, unable to process anything except this very unexpected information.
My best friend has slept with my fiancé’s cousin.
Oh holy crap.
THE END.
Liv and Tyler’s story, currently untitled, will release later this year.
Acknowledgements
Thank you to my incredible partner, Darryl, for accepting and living with my special brand of crazy. And for putting up with all my sighing and constant hammering at my keyboard. And for being told to shut up numerous times because I was too lost in Aaron and Dayton. Love you, Mr.
My babies, for sometimes coming second to the people inside my head. I hope that one day you’ll understand that this is all for you.
My agent, Dan Mandel, for loving the idea of this series from the moment I sent it. Thank you for believing in my ability to write erotica, and for encouraging me to publish it. And my foreign rights agent, Stephanie, for all you do. It makes my head spin like whoa.
My critique partners, Heidi Joy Tretheway and Katie Ernst, and my early readers, Kendall Ryan, Zoe Pope, and Holly Baker. You all begged me for more Aaron—and Dayton—and your enthusiasm and ahem, desperation, kept me writing when it got hard. I love you all tons.
Sofie Hartley—I expect that leg hump in July for your surprise early copy of this. I can’t wait to go in, f*ck shit up, then strut out with you.
To the bloggers who have helped spread the word from day one—I’m not even going to name you all this time because I know I’ll miss someone. But if you’ve read and reviewed Late Call, or even just read it and loved it, thank you. This wouldn’t be possible without your epic buzz-creating skills and excitement.
My editor, Michelle Kampmeier, and my proofreader, Emma Mack. Thank you, ladies, for cleaning up my words. They’re now shiny and sparkly.
And for you guys, my readers. Thank you for loving Aaron and Dayton and fiercely as I do. I hope this book is everything you were hoping for.
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About Emma Hart
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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