- Expected Jan 16, 2020
The first time I met Chelsea, she threw a drink in my face.
She blamed it on poor aim. But did I get an apology? Hell no. She hightailed it out of there while I was still mopping white wine off my shirt. Needless to say, there was no formal introduction, and she disappeared believing she’d never see me again.
She was wrong.
You should have seen the look on her face when we lock eyes at a friend’s pre-wedding weekend getaway two weeks later. Then the mortification once she realizes I’m the guy the bride-to-be has been trying to set her up with.
I can tell you that’s not happening. While Chelsea may be drop-dead gorgeous, she only gets one chance to make a first impression. More importantly, the drink she threw at me was intended for none other than my best friend. Hell, Jake is more than that, he’s like a brother to me. And during the course of our lifelong friendship, personal experience taught us one thing: never let a woman come between us.
Someone always gets burned. In our case, that someone had been me.
My logic is simple. With so many available women to choose from, why go after the one my best friend has the hots for?
But soon my feelings for her make the situation anything but simple.