I could have skipped the wedding.
Better than fine, actually.
Which was how I ended up standing beside Edward’s desk on Monday morning.
***
Edward had become one of my closest friends during the divorce. He’d listened without trying to fix everything, brought me coffee on the day my divorce became final, and once spent forty minutes helping me write a response to Max that didn’t contain any of the words I originally wanted to use.
Edward had become one of my closest friends during the divorce.
He was also tall, athletic, and irritatingly good-looking.
Exactly the sort of man Max would notice.
“I need a favor.”
Edward looked up.
“That sounds expensive.”
He was also tall, athletic, and irritatingly good-looking.
“Come to my ex-husband’s wedding with me.”
