âIâll give you mouth-to-mouth.â
After he said it, Trey stared at her lips. Energy crackled in the air. Not the kind of energy her exhausted limbs needed.
âI meant,â he clarified, âif it should become medically necessary.â
Was it her imagination, or was he a little red in the face?
âThanks, but Danielâs a doctor and better qualified,â she said.
His eyebrows drew together, all joking aside. âDonât mess with me, Sadie. If you donât keep away from Daniel, Iâll warn him and Meg youâre in love with him.â
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Probably because his threat had stopped her heart.
Dear Reader,
Did you ever just know you were rightâ¦and then discovered you were wrong?
It happens to me often enough that Iâm no longer totally shocked by my own fallibility. But Sadie Beecham, heroine of Her Best Friendâs Wedding, is seldom wrong. So when she falls in love with a guy sheâs convinced is The One, she must be rightâ¦right?
Even if heâs in love with her best friend? Yep, Sadie is determined sheâll get her man. Too bad Trey Kincaid, brother of the bride, is equally determined she wonât!
I do hope you enjoy Her Best Friendâs Wedding. To let me know what you think, please email [email protected]. Or, to read an extra After-the-End scene, visit the For Readers page at www.abbygaines.com.
Sincerely,
Abby Gaines
Abby Gaines wrote her first romance novel as a teenager, only to have it promptly rejected. A flirtation with a science fiction novel never really got off the ground, so Abby put aside her writing ambitions as she went to college, then began her working life at IBM. When she and her husband had their first baby, Abby worked from home as a freelance business journalistâ¦and soon after that the urge to write romance resurfaced. It was another five long years before Abby sold her first novel to Harlequin Superromance in 2006.
Abby lives with her husband and childrenâand a labradoodle and a catâin a house with enough stairs to keep her semifit and a sun-filled office with a sea view that provides inspiration for the funny, tender romances she loves to write. Visit her at www.abbygaines.com.
âI MIGHT,â SADIE BEECHAM said briskly, âbring someone home with me for Nancyâs birthday party.â Silence.
Sadie shook the cordless phone. âMom?â
âOh, honey.â Her motherâs voice was a mere breath down the line. âHave you met The One?â
âMom! Iâve brought guys home before.â Sadie stepped away from the beef bourguignon simmering on the stove for tonightâs celebratory dinner and patted her damp forehead with a paper towel. Her bungalowâs ancient air-conditioning wasnât up to the challenge of keeping the kitchen cool during the heat of a Memphis summer.
âNot in the last ten years, dear,â Mary-Beth Beecham said. âThe last one was that boy with the piercing in his lip.â
Sadie shuddered. She knew her mother was doing the same. That was a long time ago. A brief attempt during her sophomore year at Princeton to prove she could tread the wild side just like any other coed. A theory sheâd rapidly disproved.
âOkay, I havenât brought anyone home lately. But youâve met guys Iâve dated. This is no big deal, Mom.â
The last thing she needed was her parents acting as if they were meeting a prospective son-in-law. Even if thatâs exactly what he was.
Sadie opened the kitchen window in the hope of creating a breeze. On the back porch, her latest batch of plantsâcamellias and limoniumâhad died in their pots, despite the expensive soil nutrients sheâd fed them. The neighborâs cat must have been doing its business in them again.
âI want to know all about your young man,â Mary-Beth demanded.
Sadie turned her back on the limp, browning foliage. âHeâs a doctor.â
A squawk down the phone. âA doctor! He sounds wonderful.â
Sadie couldnât help grinning in response to her momâs enthusiasm. âHeâs very nice,â she admitted. Heâs perfect.
The doorbell rang. Phew, saved from descending into girlish chitchat, a skill sheâd never mastered. âMom, I need to go. Heâs just arrived. Meg gets back tonight, too, so weâre all having dinner.â Dinner for threeâshe couldnât wait.
âOkay, dear, you go. Give Meg a hug for me, and tell her not to worry, we have her momâs party well in hand. And call me soon. I canât wait to tell people about this doctor of yours,â Mary-Beth added archly.
Sadie puffed out an exasperated breath. âMom, no need to tell the whole world.â She was still fending off inquiries from her parentsâ friends about when she was going to win the Nobel Prize. Mary-Beth had made the exaggerated claim during her last visit, boasting about Sadieâs brilliance as a seed biologist.