Crazy Stupid Bromance (Bromance Book Club #3) - Lyssa Kay Adams Page 0,1
the FBI for attempting to hack into a university research center was about to become a tuxedo-wearing dancing monkey at a million-dollar, Pinterest-worthy wedding alongside the rich and famous.
True, Mack and the rest of the guys were nothing like the warmongering scumbags he used to try to bring down with his computer skills. In fact, these men were the most decent people he’d ever known. But still, he’d come a long way. He was a successful businessman now, the owner of a growing computer security company catering to celebrities and other high-profile clients. He was officially respectable. A millionaire before he was even thirty. He was finally fulfilling his father’s last, dying wish. Do something with that genius brain of yours.
A cheesy-assed groomsmen dance was definitely not what his father had in mind.
He grasped at his last, best excuse. “Dude, how do you even think Liv will respond to this? She hates this kind of romantic stuff.”
Mack shrugged. “But she loves to laugh.”
“So the point is to humiliate ourselves?”
“No. The point is to allow ourselves to be vulnerable in front of the women we love.”
Mack said the last part with a pointed emphasis that made Noah squirm. It was a low blow, and Mack knew it. But Mack never missed an opportunity to harangue Noah about his relationship with his best friend, Alexis Carlisle. Mack and the guys couldn’t understand why Noah had kept things platonic with Alexis, and he was damn tired of trying to explain it.
Noah reached around to squeeze the back of his neck where his bun had become loose. He jerked out the ponytail holder and quickly twisted his hair back up.
“Alexis will love it,” Mack said, eyebrow raised. “You know she will.”
And just like that, Noah let his arms fall limply to his sides. His next words came out in a defeated sigh. “What do I have to do?”
“Just show up Saturday to start learning the moves. I’ve hired a choreographer and everything.”
“Oh yay.”
Mack pounded Noah on the back. “This means a lot, man. And you’ll see. It’s going to be fun.”
More like torture. Noah trudged behind Mack back to the table and dropped into his seat. Sonia slid a stack of pink tissue paper toward him. He mumbled a thanks, but then returned his glare to Mack. “But I swear to God, if there’s twerking involved, I’m out.”
“Dude, no one wants to see the Russian twerk,” snorted Colton Wheeler, a country music star who’d gotten his start in one of Mack’s four Nashville nightclubs and was now a friend to them all. He was also Noah’s newest client. And he happened to be right about the Russian. The hockey player was big, hairy, and had a tendency to fart in public.
“What is twerking?” the Russian asked.
Colton dug out his phone and quickly found a video. The Russian’s face turned beet red, and he returned his attention to his paper flowers. “No twerking.”
“Speaking of your birthday,” Mack said, bending in his seat to grab something on the floor. He sat back up with a plastic bag and passed it to Colton, who handed it to Noah.
Noah peeked in the bag and groaned. A paperback book stared up at him with the title Coming Home. The cover image was of a man and woman embracing, and the man held a football in one hand.
Noah tried to hand it back to Colton. “No. It’s bad enough you’re making me dance.”
Colton pushed the book back at Noah. “Trust us. You need this.”
Noah dropped it on the table. “No, I don’t.”
“But you’ll like it,” Mack prodded. “It’s about this professional football player who comes back to his hometown and discovers that his old girlfriend is still there and—”
“I don’t care what it’s about. How many times do I have to tell you that I am never joining your book club?”
Noah was the only guy there who was not part of the Bromance Book Club, Mack’s male-only romance-novel book club. The guys believed romance novels held all the answers to relationships. And while Noah couldn’t argue with their results—Mack was happily engaged, and nearly all the other members had saved their marriages using the lessons from the books they read—Noah had rejected all of Mack’s literary advances to lure him into the club.
Mack propped his elbows on the table. “All you have to do is read and listen to us, and we can fix this little problem for you.”
Noah ground his molars. “My relationship with Alexis isn’t a problem that