Page 1 of Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors)

Prologue

“Here we are.”

At the quiet announcement, Gabe turned toward his friend, Jamie Whitcomb, hoping no one had noticed that he’d practically had his nose pressed to the passenger side window, taking in the swanky homes lining the street. Hell, he’d known Jamie’s family was rich—rich in a way very few people could even comprehend—but he was still surprised when he got his first glimpse at Jamie’s family home. Gabe practically had to clench his teeth together to keep his mouth from hanging open.

Jamie’s house was Mediterranean style, with high, imposing walls and a red tile roof. The landscaping around it was lush and green, and the smell of the ocean, salty and warm, hung on the air as they pulled through the tall gates and into the circular drive with a Porsche and a sporty BMW already parked there.

Jamie cut off the engine of his Mercedes and Gabe got out. Just then, Eric pulled his Alpha Romeo into the drive. As Eric, Ryan, and Luke climbed out of Eric’s car, Gabe noted the house seemed even bigger now that he was standing next to it. It dwarfed the others around it, and its greenery and thick windows screamed money, as did the glittering blue ocean behind it.

Misgiving filled him. He, Jamie, and the other guys all went to college together and played on the same teams: lacrosse and soccer. On campus, the differences between them were not so noticeable, though Gabe had been aware of them nonetheless. Now…here…the chasm between them seemed as obvious as the house itself, at least when it came to how much more privileged Jamie and Eric had been growing up.

The sound of a motorcycle roaring into the drive halted his thoughts and he turned to see Cole pulling up. As usual he had foregone a helmet and his slightly too-long brown hair was messy and wild.

Gabe let go of the breath he’d been holding. Luke, Ryan, and Cole were from solidly middle-class families. They still had more money than he did but at least they hadn’t been raised in a house so huge it looked like an entire apartment building back in his own neighborhood.

No, check that. The apartment buildings in his neighborhood were usually burned-out messes with drug dealers huddled on their stoops or squatters grimly hanging on to whatever they could.

His heart sank. This was probably a really bad idea, and he didn’t mean just this trip to Coronado Island. Messing around with rich kids was stupid. But they all knew he was dead broke and from a bad neighborhood. He’d even taken Eric to Clement Gym. Introduced him to his friend and mentor Sam. So far, he hadn’t treated Gabe differently because of where he’d come from. In fact, Eric had confided that his family was what was known as “new rich”; his mom’s parents had been teachers, and his father’s parents still lived in a small town in Utah where they ran a hardware store. Eric visited them every summer, just as he had since he was born.

No matter. Eric might not have started out rich, but from what Gabe knew, the guy’s family was even wealthier than Jamie’s.

Cole walked up to Gabe. “Dude, do you see the ocean?”

Gabe nodded. “Kind of hard to miss.”

The front door opened and a stunning older woman stepped out. She had the same wheat-and-honey colored hair as Jamie. As she came toward them, her expression was surprisingly warm. Not just delighted to see her son, but seemingly excited to meet his friends, too.

“Well, there you are,” she said in a low throaty voice. She threw her arms around Jamie, who hugged her back tightly.

“Hey, Mom, meet the guys. Guys, this is my mom.”

“So nice to meet you all.” She opened her arms to Eric, who hugged her warmly. “Eric, it’s wonderful to see you again. Just leave your luggage right there. I’ll have Stan take them to your rooms.”

Stan appeared. In a jacket and tie. Gabe tried not to stare. A butler? They had a butler? Did they even call the guy a butler?

“Hey, Stan,” Jamie said. “These are my friends. You know Eric. This is Gabe. Ryan. Luke. Cole.”

“Nice to meet you, gentlemen,” Stan said.

“Likewise.”

“You, too.”

“Same, Stan,” Gabe said.

“C’mon, guys,” Jamie said. “I’ll show you your rooms and we can go check out the pool.”

Gabe followed the others into the house. The gleaming floors, the artwork on the walls, and the air of wealth made him walk more softly than he normally did. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to break something and that didn’t change even after they’d all changed into their swimsuits and were relaxing outside next to the pool.

The pool was an enormous L-shaped thing that hung right off the edge of the yard, giving the impression that they could leap right into the water of the ocean just beyond. Thirty minutes later, Gabe lay on a lounge chair, letting the sun beat down on his body. The other guys were shouting and laughing, either goofing off in the pool or just chilling in their own chairs.

Cole took a beer from the bucket Stan had brought out earlier. “I knew you were rich, Jamie. I just didn’t know how rich.”

“Yeah, I’m lucky, but it’s just a house. And it’s not like it’s mine, guys. I’m dead broke until I get my next paycheck. I’m not rich; I don’t even get my trust fund until I’m twenty-five. Do you know how hard it is to get girls when you don’t have any money?”

“Gabe is a real chick magnet and he doesn’t have money,” Luke said with a grin. “Maybe it’s you, man.”

“Yeah, my charm can’t hold a candle to Gabe’s street cred. I asked out that girl Kylie a few weeks ago and she said no. She said she liked bad boys. Then she asked me what Gabe was doing.”

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