Chapter 7

Except thatthought made his own heart ache. Why couldn’t I have met him some other time? Out and about. But, of course, he worked non-social hours as a nurse specialist, and for someone like James, in the hospitality trade, it was all social hours.

With a melancholy sigh, Scott turned his attention to his duties as best man. The stag party wasn’t going to be a drunken crawl through the town. Scott had organized pre-dinner cocktails, a meal at a top restaurant, then a nightclub.

He had no intention of allowing his younger brother to be given too many drinks, orspiked drinks for that matter. Both of which went against his ethic as a nurse. He’d seen too many young people come in needing their stomachs pumped.