The Best Man Plan - Jaci Burton Page 0,9
ex-girlfriend, Beatrice, is here with Carver Armstrong.”
“Shut the front door.” She’d been so wrapped up in herself she hadn’t even paid attention to the typical party drama, which was always the best thing about a big bash like this.
Joaquin and Beatrice had just broken up last week after two years of dating. So there had to be some serious revenge dating going on tonight.
Brenna slipped her arm in Erin’s. “Let me show you.”
“Okay.” She could use some drama that wasn’t about her.
Brenna led her into the barn and around the side wall. “We’ll stop here. They’re over at tables five and seven.”
Erin’s gaze traveled right over to where Beatrice was currently shooting daggers at Amber so hard that Erin was surprised actual flames weren’t flying out from her eyes. And Joaquin’s shoulders were so tensed up it appeared as if he might climb over his table and leap onto Carver’s.
“I think that maybe Joaquin and Beatrice aren’t over each other yet,” Erin said.
Brenna laughed. “You think? My guess is one of two things will happen. By the end of the night Amber and Carver will end up leaving together and Beatrice and Joaquin will reconcile, or there’s going to be a huge fight.”
Erin’s lips lifted. “The fight would be more entertaining, but probably not the best thing for either couple.”
“And potentially way more expensive for us.”
“True.” Erin looked over at Brenna. “This is just like high school. Beatrice could always get a guy riled up. I don’t know that she’ll ever settle down.”
Brenna nodded. “She does like the drama.”
Erin finished her champagne. “That she does. But she can also be super sweet, so I don’t know. Joaquin’s a hothead, but he’s adorable. Who wouldn’t fall madly in love with those dark brown eyes and that long hair?”
“They are a well-matched couple. I don’t know why they broke up in the first place.”
“Beatrice told me she’s tired of waiting for Joaquin to commit. But you know how she is.”
Brenna nodded. “Impatient. She wants what she wants when she wants it.”
“Yes. So I guess we’ll see what happens.”
Erin hoped her friends would be able to work things out. In the meantime, she was on the hunt for another champagne. Brenna went to check on the wine for dinner.
The champagne had certainly helped to alleviate any jitters Erin had earlier. Now she felt like she was floating on a cloud of numbness, exactly where she wanted to be. She wandered outside to enjoy the fresh air, which was where she noticed Clay and Finn greeting some incoming guests.
That was nice of them. She also noticed them talking to them for a while, as if explaining something, and then her friends nodded and smiled and shook the guys’ hands before wandering down the walkway toward the barn.
Then the realization hit her. Oh. That’s why no one was asking her about Owen. They’d been given a debriefing before being allowed into the party.
Interesting. And she’d bet money she knew who had organized this little greeting party.
“You lost?”
She turned to see Jason standing there. In the torchlight, he looked magnificent. Then again, when didn’t he look that way? He was tall, lean and utterly gorgeous, with raven black hair that was always a little shaggy and in need of a trim. His face was smooth, his jaw angular, and his eyes so dark and mysterious. And those lips, full and extremely kissable. How had she missed how sexy he was?
Because her attention had been focused elsewhere.
She took a quick glance at her left hand, that naked spot on her finger where just yesterday an engagement ring encircled it.
But she was free now. Free to do . . . whomever she wanted, actually.
“I am most definitely not lost.”
Those full lips of his rose into a smile. “Good.”
She tilted her head to the side, motioning to the guys behind her. “You did that?”
“What?”
“Talked the guys into greeting the guests.”
“Oh. Yeah. I thought it would be a nice touch.”
“You also told them to tell everyone not to mention Owen.”
He shrugged. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Erin.”
“Uh-huh. I think you do.” She finished her glass of champagne.
“You know what I think?” He took the glass from her hand, grasped her hand in his and started walking.
“What?”
Before she knew it, they were in the barn, and he placed her empty glass onto the bar, then led her onto the dance floor.
“I think you need to dance.”
He pulled her against him, his body firm, his hand warm against her back as