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That makes her smile. “I just wanted to hear back. To know you wanted more.”


I raise my face, meeting her eyes. They look the way they did when I showed her the drawing on her arm in the coffee shop. Hungry, ready, wanting. The same as mine, I’m sure, so I say the next thing—the thing that sets me on fire. “I want so much more.”

She licks her lips, and they start to form what sounds like a feathery me, too, but it’s cut off abruptly when Josie pops out of her seat, nudges my elbow, and tells me to switch with her. “You’ve monopolized Harper long enough. My turn,” she says, with a smile that shows off her dimples. Josie is close in age to Harper, and they spend the whole ride to Connecticut catching up.

Wyatt becomes my traveling companion for the next two hours. When we reach the hotel, we all check in together, Harper going right after me, and then we scatter to hotel rooms on different floors.

At the rehearsal dinner, Harper is consumed with family and is then commandeered by her friend Jen for a drink. I play pool with my brother, and proceed to clobber him, and that victory marks the end and highlight of my night.



“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

I smile for the happy couple from my spot near the groom, and Harper beams from across from me. Her dress is sleek, simple, and royal blue. It lands at her calves and shows off her shoulders and makes her hair look fucking amazing. Those red locks are piled high on her head, and loose tendrils fall by her face.

As the newlyweds walk down the aisle and through the guests in the huge room overlooking the hotel grounds, Charlotte’s sister wipes a tear from her eye and clutches her bouquet. I talked to Natalie at the rehearsal dinner last night, and she’s whip-smart and fun. She’s blonde, like Charlotte, with big blue eyes and legs that go on forever.

I guess I should get to know her more, but after the bride and groom kiss, we’re all pulled into various wedding photos and festivities, so there’s no time to talk. Later on, the dancing begins, and once Spencer and Charlotte have their first dance, the DJ spins some faster tunes. Harper and her friend Jen take to the floor while Wyatt and I watch from the open bar, and then Natalie joins the women. A slow song comes on, and the women separate. Natalie weaves her way to my brother and me.

Wyatt taps his chest. “She wants me.”

Harper and Jen head for the ladies’ room, and I can’t resist the chance to beat Wyatt, so I speak first. “Want to dance, Natalie?”

“Sounds great.”

I offer her my hand and lead her out on the dance floor, then proceed to slow dance in the most chaste way possible, with as much distance between us as I can manage.

“I hear my sister wanted to set us up,” Natalie says with a quirk in her lips.

“Yes, she did.”

“She’s got hearts in her eyes these days,” Natalie adds, but there isn’t any flirting in her tone, just amusement. I should be disappointed. I’m not.

“No surprise there,” I say as we move in a small circle, my hands on her waist, hers on my shoulders, our bodies many inches apart. I wonder if she feels it, too—this lack of attraction. It’s not because she isn’t pretty. It’s not because she isn’t smart. It’s just one of those things—the spark is either there, or it isn’t. Natalie and I don’t spark.

She parts her lips to say something, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“May I cut in?”

Like someone grabbed the remote and changed the channel mid-scene, my pulse speeds up.

“Be my guest,” Natalie says with a smile, and then Harper’s in my arms, and without a second thought, there’s barely any distance between us. My fingers curl over her hip bones, and her hands wrap around my shoulders. Everything sparks. She’s so much closer than Natalie was. A few more centimeters and our chests would touch. A little more and we’d be dancing cheek to cheek. More than that and we’d be arrested for public indecency.

“Is this the obligatory best man/bridesmaid dance?” I ask playfully.

“Wouldn’t a maid of honor/best man dance be more obligatory?”

We sway, moving the slightest bit. “You stopped that from happening,” I say, nodding in the direction of Natalie’s exit. “Did you sense I needed you to perform your patented swoop in and save?”

She laughs lightly. “She didn’t seem your type,” she whispers. “Too young.”

“Why do you keep saying—?”

But she shushes me and tips her head to the right. Wyatt is already dancing with Natalie. “Maybe I just felt bad for your brother. I could tell he had eyes for her, and I’d feel terrible if you beat him out. Poor Wyatt. Always second best to his big brother.”