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Title: THE BEST MAN
Author: Barbie Bohrman
Genre: Contemporary romance
About The Best Man:Veronica Webber is single again after being in a loveless marriage way past its expiration date. For the first time in a very long time, she feels free and after being burned so badly by love in the past, any thought of romance is the last thing on her mind.
In walks a man from her past, Trevor Allen, a tall, dark, and handsome womanizer who is usually all about the bottom line. For Trevor that bottom line has always been made up of the countless notches on his bedpost. But when he sees Veronica after so many years, he can’t help but be drawn to her and know her again… even if that means being friend-zoned from the start.
As this unlikely pair spends more and more time together, they quickly realize that there might be something between them that goes past "just friends." But there’s just one tiny detail that makes this situation slightly more complicated… Trevor was Veronica’s ex-husband’s best man at their wedding nine years ago.
So when past mistakes and indiscretions come back to haunt them, will their happily ever after end before it even gets started?
Or will the best man win this time.
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Like I was pulling a Band-Aid off, I tore away the blanket from my body. The heater had kicked on while I was asleep, so the initial shock wasn’t so bad. But it was still kind of chilly. Luckily, I had a shower that would turn the water scalding hot in a matter of seconds. Once I was safely under the stream of hot water, my mind started to drift again. But not to visions of Veronica doing God knows what else to me. Nope. Instead, I revisited the reason or reasons why I couldn’t pleasure myself with her in my thoughts. Honestly, it was a mind-fuck not to. Maybe I respected Veronica too much to defile her that way in my head.
“Yeah, right,” I said out loud and chuckled. “That’s fucking priceless.”
It was. It was hilarious that I was all of a sudden regarding a woman I wanted to sleep with, with even an ounce of respect. Or was it that I felt so much respect that I wouldn’t mess around with her in my head until we...
Until we what?
That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Jack hadn’t told me to walk away. His advice was to tell her the truth. But I couldn’t see that ending too well either. She probably wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore after that. I kind of wouldn’t want to either if I was her. So what was it exactly that I was after from Veronica? An actual relationship? A friendship? I was thirty-one and in my prime for fucking women ad nauseam. So I wasn’t too keen on the idea of settling down. But the thought of not having her in my life in some capacity was not sitting too well with me either.
Once I had exhausted every thought I could and my skin was starting to prune from the hot water, I turned it off and stepped out to dry. I decided to get dressed in my sweats to lounge around the house today. Or more like pace around the house to relieve some of the stress that I had been feeling because of my…delicate situation with Veronica.
It upset me that I was debating this in my head. She needed a friend, right? Why couldn’t I just put my hang-ups aside and be that friend for her.
Because you’re attracted to her and want to fuck her brains out, you moron.
I decided then and there that I needed to see her. I don’t know when I’d ever felt so strongly about something in regards to a woman before. Other than the very first time I’d met Veronica all those years ago, followed by the urge to stay with her after she was harassed at the hipster bar a few weeks ago. Whatever this feeling meant, I wasn’t going to ignore it.