“He’s closing in. This goal will be his. I can feel it,” Taters says. “Signature move. Deke to the left, spins and . . .”
Hornsby flicks the umbrella, shooting the coaster to the upper left side of the “goal.” Without even a second thought, I reach up and block the coaster. Hornsby had no chance.
“And the coaster is stopped by Lawes, a block he could’ve easily done in his sleep. That must sting for our dear friend Horny.”
“Uh, what about my superior defense?” Posey asks.
“I think it was the take down of the Chips Ahoy package that helped you. You were unmovable.”
Done with this, I toss the coaster on the counter and take a seat at the island again while Hornsby shoves his umbrella in the stand. He pushes his hair back and asks, “So, does that help?”
The girl stands there, holding the straps of the backpack resting on her shoulders, taking in the scene. I don’t blame the absolute confused look on her face right now. Hell, I’d pay good money to know exactly what she must be thinking at this moment.
“Uh, no, just made you more insane. And the nickname ‘Horny’ doesn’t help either.”
“They’re idiots,” Hornsby says.
“Here,” Holmes says from the couch, handing over his phone.
Taters walks over to him and takes his phone in his hand. “You have the team photo on your phone?”
Holmes doesn’t say anything. Instead, he goes back to his book.
Hornsby snags the phone and shows it to the girl, who examines the photo intently. Smirking, she asks, “Why aren’t you all smiling? It’s a team photo, after all.”
“Athletes aren’t supposed to smile in photos,” Taters says. “We’re supposed to be intimidating.”
“Oh, was that the look you were going for? You look more constipated than anything.”
We all bust out in laughter as Taters snatches the phone from her. “You realize this is my house you’re trying to gain access to, right? Referring to me as constipated isn’t going to grant you access, but rather punch your ticket out of here.”
“Settle the fuck down,” Hornsby says. “Come on, at least dry off for a bit. We have Cheez-Its and bologna sandwiches and plenty of beer. Maybe we can find some cell service while waiting it out.”
She still seems suspicious but instead of backing away this time, she steps into the entryway.
“Let me take that for you,” Hornsby says as he reaches for her backpack.
She sheds her backpack and then takes off her raincoat as well, revealing an hourglass figure in a pair of black leggings and a tight red top that shows off her cleavage.
Damn.
I think I know what’s going through every guy’s mind in this house—besides Holmes, who hasn’t lifted his head from his book—this girl is hot.
But the question is, are they having déjà vu thoughts like I am? Because I swear I’ve seen her face before.
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Excerpt - Runaway Groomsman
Prologue
SAWYER
“She’s so beautiful.” A cooing aunt swoons.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” a mother admits while waving her hand in her face, warding off tears.
“Simon is one lucky SOB,” a man says while turning to Simon and giving him a wink.
“Oscar de la Renta in white looks spectacular on Annalisa. Don’t you think?” Armie, Simon’s brother, says as he nudges me with his elbow, pulling me from my lethal reverie.
“Yeah . . . a real goddess,” I say, my voice dripping in sarcasm as I watch my ex-girlfriend walk down the aisle, hand in hand with her father, toward my best friend, Simon Fredrickson.
You read that correctly.
My ex-girlfriend is marrying my best friend.
A large, wet sniff echoes through the illustrious cathedral, which is coated in white from the light-washed floorboards to the vaulted ceilings connected a forty-foot pitch. A church made in Hollywood Heaven.
I glance over at Simon, who’s dabbing at his eyes with a light-blue handkerchief, a tender yet purposeful groom’s gift from his bride: a statement that it’s not just okay to cry while she walks down the aisle but required, because the cameras will be flashing.
The cameras have not stopped flashing since they were caught together on a boat cruise to Catalina. She was wearing a floral-print sundress, Gucci leather sandals, and her hair in loose curls, while he sported a pair of simple navy-blue shorts and a light-blue button-up with the top four buttons undone. No man undoes the top four buttons of his shirt as casual wear unless his first name starts with Douche and the last ends with Canoe.