Chapter 63

THE ENDThe Best Man for Me

“If anyone can show just cause as to why these two men may not be joined together, speak now or—”

“Stop the wedding!”

A collective gasp came from the small crowd. I reached over and slapped the best man—my friend since childhood, andmy ex-boyfriend—on the back of the head. The groomsmen chuckled behind us.

“Shut up, Rodney,” I growled.

“Ow! What the fuck, Royce?” he complained as he rubbed the sore spot.

“Cut the crap, moron. We need to wrap up the rehearsal so I can go back to the office and get some work done. Quit screwing around.”

Rodney turned to face me, hands on his hips. “You’re thinking about work the night before your wedding?That’s messed up, dude.”

“Now’s not the time, Rodney.”

“Hell yeah, it’s the time. I’m trying to get you to come to your senses, asshole. This whole thing is a joke, man. The groom isn’t even here. You’re making the biggest mistake of your life!”