chapter 18

Ryan

I wasn’t certain if I should even go to my tux fitting, as there was a good chance that I was no longer Jason’s best man, but on the off chance he forgave me enough to keep me in the wedding, I drove downtown to the rental shop.

It wasn’t until I’d parked that I realized the tux shop was right across the street from Sam’s bookstore. That wasn’t the most surprising thing waiting for me, though.

Jason stood on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, glowering at me as I got out of my car.

“We need to talk,” he said.

I just stopped myself from rolling my eyes. How many times had I heard that phrase since arriving in town?

“What is it?” I asked, moving to stand in front of him. “Come to tell me you’re kicking me out of your wedding?”

He clenched his teeth, and I couldn’t decide if he wanted to actually talk to me or just punch me in the face and get it over with.

“I should kick you out,” he snapped at length. “I should tell you I never want to see you again, but that’s harder to actually