Chapter Eight

Drew opened the door and only had to take one look at Aiden's face to know what his best friend thought of his plan to marry Madeline. And if that wasn't enough, the words that came out of his mouth rid any lingering doubt whatsoever.

"Are you out of your mind?" Aiden roared.

"Keep your voice down. Madeline is in the kitchen."

"Don't tell me to keep my voice down." Aiden said fiercely, but at least he dropped his voice to a whisper. "And to think that you call me the one who's always with harebrained ideas."

"This isn't harebrained. I called you so that you can be my best man, just like we promised each other in middle school."

Aiden dug his hands into his hair and tugged it up. "This is not funny, Drew. What do you know about this Madeline?"

"She was kicked out of the house because she refused to give her father money — money that she worked for — to buy booze."

"So we are marrying everyone kicked out into the streets now, are we?"

He shot Aiden a "don't get sarcastic with me" look.