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Will. The way she says my name is sending tingles through my brain. What the actual fuck? “Yeah, same,” I say as she turns and walks off. I try not to obviously check her out as she does, although I’m sure I fail miserably.

I take a deep breath, running a hand through my hair and turning. I need a drink.

In all honesty, I’d assumed Chloe and Turner’s wedding and the festivities surrounding it were going to be a bit of a slog. But now …

Well, it might just be a tad more bearable.

Chapter 3

Josie

I close my laptop with a sigh, leaning back in my chair. A soft purr sounds from below me, and I look down to see my cat, Roberta, rubbing against my legs. She knows it’s the end of the workday just as much as I do. Or rather, she knows it’s dinner time.

I get up, walking across my small apartment to the cabinet above the sink to retrieve a can of wet food, opening it up and placing it on the floor for her. She immediately starts scarfing it down.

I open my fridge to peruse my dinner options. Based on what’s available, it looks like I’ll be rounding up a few vegetables and making a stir fry. I suppose a normal twenty-five-year-old might have more to do ona Friday night in one of the most exciting cities in the country.

But I’ve never been the most social butterfly. That was always Chloe’s job. And she’s settled down quite a bit since dating Turner, so I don’t often get pulled into a late night of bar hopping anymore. More likely, it’s brunch on Saturdays.

And my boyfriend is out of town on a business trip. Owen always seems to be traveling for work. He works remotely, but his company is based in New York, so he hops over there quite often. Leaving me all alone on a Friday night.

So for today, it’s just me and Roberta. And the newest episode of90-Day Fiancé.

As I’m investigating some old carrots in the back of the fridge, I feel a buzz in my back pocket. I straighten, pulling my phone out and raising my eyebrows.

On my home screen is a text from quite possibly the last person I’d ever expect.

Will.

I stare at it, dumbfounded for a few seconds.

Seeing him for the first time in years at Chloe’s engagement party last weekend was surprising enough. Obviously, I’d known I was bound to run into him at some point over the next six months. I guess I just hadn’t mentally prepared myself enough. To see him standing before me in the flesh, just as hot as ever. And seemingly just as aloof as ever too.

Although he had asked for my number. I’d just about had a heart attack at that—only to learn that his reasons for it were completely practical. Of course it would make sense that we had each other’s numbers.

And I guess he’s putting those numbers to good use.

I open the text, holding my breath. I scan the first sentence, and my eyes go wide as saucers.

Will:What are you doing tonight?

But just like when he’d asked for my number at the party, my initial shock subsides when I read the rest of it.

I thought we could get together and plan Chloe and Turner’s Bachelor/ette parties.

I sigh. He’s right. Again. I remember Chloe telling me about her bachelorette ideas a few weeks back. She and Turner both want parties in Vegas, over the same weekend, the first night a big party together with both sides of the wedding party, and the second night split.

It does make sense that Will and I get together to iron out the details.

I rub my temples. God, I wish I’d have had a heads up that Will was the best man. Part of me is shocked that Chloe never told me.

Although I suppose she doesn’t know the full picture. Doesn’t understand why that would be information I’d like to have. While she knows practically everything about me, this is the one thing she isn’t privy to. The one thing I’ve never confided in her about.

Every other relationship, every other crush, I’ve spilled my guts, down to the last gory detail. But Will … well, of course not.

Besides, in a sense, there really isn’t anything to tell. Not in actuality.

Nothing ever happened between Will and I. Andthatright there is the crux of it all.