Wedding Date with the Best Man. Melissa McCloneЧитать онлайн книгу.
He opened his water bottle. “I need a drink first.”
Relief filled her pretty eyes. “That sounds good to me, too.”
Talk about a good sport. Tristan took a swig of water. He liked that about her.
Despite an extended and thoughtful moment of hesitation back at her apartment, she’d gamely accepted his invitation to go hiking at Torrey Pines State Park. She hadn’t once complained about the hot afternoon sun blazing down on them even though it was only January.
Jayne drank from her water bottle. Her pink tongue darted out to lick the liquid off her lips.
He took another gulp from his bottle.
She sure was a nice addition to the already beautiful scenery surrounding them. Her legs, exposed between the hem of her khaki shorts and hiking books, looked long and slim and smooth. The sky intensified the blue of her eyes. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her glossed lips.
Tristan put away his water bottle and focused his camera on her.
Jayne pretended to scowl. “Again?”
He preferred her mock exasperation to the loneliness he’d glimpsed earlier at her apartment. “Just capturing memories.”
Lines creased her forehead. “Memories of a day spent with a stranger?”
Her suspicious tone bothered him. “We’re not strangers.”
“We aren’t friends.”
“We could be friends,” he countered.
She pursed her lips. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Because he liked her. He wanted her to like him. But she wasn’t ready to hear that.
In her wary eyes he was still only Rich’s best man. Rich’s best friend. And Rich had let her down big time.
“You’re a nice person,” Tristan answered.
“Nice, huh?”
He nodded.
“The last time we were together you didn’t even look me in the eye.”
Tristan remembered. He wasn’t as nice as Jayne was. But even a jerk would have had trouble looking a bride straight in the eye when he knew her fiancé was two-timing her with another woman.
Tristan aimed at the basket. Swoosh. Two points.
“Lucky shot,” Rich said, taking away the ball.
The two had been co-captains of their high school basketball team and won two district titles. Whenever Tristan was in town they would shoot hoops at the gym.
“Next time it’ll be for three,” he said.
Rich dribbled the ball and scored with a lay-up. “You’d better hope so.”
A cellphone rang. Rich’s. For the third time in the past hour. For the third time he ignored it.
“You want to get that?” Tristan asked.
“Nah. Probably just Jayne.”
Tristan held the ball. “I’ll wait.”
“No. She keeps bugging me about the wedding.” Rich rolled his eyes. “Everything’s about the wedding with her.”
“Your wedding, too, buddy.”
“You’re sticking up for her?” Rich asked.
“No, but remember how Grace and Becca turned into Bridezillas before they got married?”
No answer. Something was up.
“Tell me what’s going on,” Tristan said.
Rich started, then stopped himself.
“Come on.” Tristan passed the ball hard at Rich’s chest. “It’s me.”
Rich looked around, as if to make sure no one else was there. “I met someone.”
Tristan got a sinking feeling in his gut. “A female someone?”
Rich nodded and tossed the ball back. “She’s a dental hygienist and totally hot. Smokin’.”
“So is Jayne.” Okay, maybe Tristan shouldn’t have said that about his best friend’s bride to be, but Rich didn’t appear to notice. He was still going on about this other girl. Deidre Something.
Annoyance flared.
Cold feet or not, Rich was being an idiot. Time to call him on it.
“You can’t drill your dentist, bud.” Tristan dribbled the basketball. The sound echoed through empty gymnasium. “What did she do? Put the moves on you in the chair?”
“She was in a car accident we responded to.” Rich glanced around the empty court again like a man being watched. Or one who didn’t want to get caught. “A few days later she brought brownies to the station and invited me to dinner. I couldn’t say no.”
Rich could have said no, but he hadn’t wanted to. Not good.
Tristan spun the ball in his hands. “So you screwed up one time? You’re engaged. Just tell her.”
“It was more than once,” Rich admitted. “And I’m not telling her about Jayne. Deidre wouldn’t see me anymore.”
“She’s not going to see you anymore anyway, bonehead. You’re getting married in a week.”
“I know, but…Hell, I think I’m in love with her. Deidre,” Rich clarified.
Tristan dropped the ball. “What? Are you kidding? What about the wedding?”
“I’m sick of thinking about the wedding. That’s all Jayne can talk about. All she sees. Deidre treats me like I’m the best thing that ever happened to her. The most important thing in her life.”
“Probably because you saved her life,” Tristan countered, wanting, needing to say something. Anything. An image of Jayne, bright-eyed and smiling, flashed in his mind. He couldn’t believe Rich was doing this to her. “It’s a crush. Deidre will get over it.”
“Maybe I don’t want her to get over it. Maybe I like being somebody’s hero.”
Damn. Tristan thought for a minute. “How long has this been going on?”
“Not long,” Rich admitted. “A couple of weeks, maybe.”
“You’ve got to talk to Jayne.”
Rich stared at Tristan as if he’d grown antennae and a third eye. “Why?”
“You can’t get married if you’re in love with someone else.”
“I’m not canceling the wedding.” Rich set his jaw. “I asked Jayne to marry me, and I will marry her.”
Uh-oh. Tristan knew that mulish tone of Rich’s all too well. “What about Deidre?”
“I’m trying to figure that out.”
“Better figure it out fast, because you can’t have both.”
“I know.” Rich looked miserable. “Look, just don’t…Don’t say anything to Jayne. Promise me you won’t.”
Tristan had kept his mouth shut. But his guilt over knowing the truth had made it difficult for him to face Jayne the next time he saw her, and each time after that. He’d thought by ignoring her he would buy Rich the time he needed to make the right decision.
Wrong.
Rich had ignored the matter, forcing Tristan to keep his best friend and Jayne from getting married. He didn’t regret his actions one bit. But dragging up the past and telling Jayne what he’d done to engineer her discovering Rich’s cheating now wouldn’t help anyone. She’d admitted she wouldn’t