When did Sadie Beecham get those curves? She'd always been the geek next door, his baby sister Meg's brainy best friend. Smart, sure. But hot? He never would have imagined it...before. Now, Trey Kincaid's imagining all sorts of things. And none of them has to do with Sadie's gifted mind.
A mind, he discovers, she's clearly lost. Because she thinks she's in love with Meg's fianc�. And that's an obsession he's determined to put an end to--one way or the other.
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May 31, 2011
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Excerpt from Her Best Friend's Wedding by Abby Gaines
"I might," Sadie Beecham said briskly, "bring someone home with me for Nancy's birthday party." Silence.
Sadie shook the cordless phone. "Mom?"
"Oh, honey." Her mother's voice was a mere breath down the line. "Have you met The One?"
"Mom! I've brought guys home before." Sadie stepped away from the beef bourguignon simmering on the stove for tonight's celebratory dinner and patted her damp forehead with a paper towel. Her bungalow's ancient air-conditioning wasn't up to the challenge of keeping the kitchen cool during the heat of a Memphis summer.
"Not in the last ten years, dear," Mary-Beth Beecham said. "The last one was that boy with the piercing in his lip."
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 she'd rapidly disproved.
"Okay, I haven't brought anyone home lately. But you've met guys I've dated. This is no big deal, Mom."
The last thing she needed was her parents acting as if they were meeting a prospective son-in-law. Even if that's exactly what he was.
Sadie opened the kitchen window in the hope of creating a breeze. On the back porch, her latest batch of plants--camellias and limonium--had died in their pots, despite the expensive soil nutrients she'd fed them. The neighbor's cat must have been doing its business in them again.
"I want to know all about your young man," Mary-Beth demanded.
Sadie turned her back on the limp, browning foliage. "He's a doctor."
A squawk down the phone. "A doctor! He sounds wonderful."
Sadie couldn't help grinning in response to her mom's enthusiasm. "He's very nice," she admitted. He's perfect.
The doorbell rang. Phew, saved from descending into girlish chitchat, a skill she'd never mastered. "Mom, I need to go. He's just arrived. Meg gets back tonight, too, so we're all having dinner." Dinner for three--she couldn't wait.
"Okay, dear, you go. Give Meg a hug for me, and tell her not to worry, we have her mom's party well in hand. And call me soon. I can't wait to tell people about this doctor of yours," Mary-Beth added archly.
Sadie puffed out an exasperated breath. "Mom, no need to tell the whole world." She was still fending off inquiries from her parents' friends about when she was going to win the Nobel Prize. Mary-Beth had made the exaggerated claim during her last visit, boasting about Sadie's brilliance as a seed biologist.
"Just your father, then," her mom soothed.
"Fine." Behind Sadie, another long trill of the doorbell suggested impatience. Then a thump on the door, and the handle rattling. Seemed Daniel was as eager to see her as she was to see him. Sadie's irritation evaporated. "Coming," she sang.
She set the phone back on its stand and hurried to the door. "Sorry," she called as she unlocked the deadlock. She flung the door wide. "Come in--Meg!"
She just managed not to feel disappointed it was Meg Kincaid, her childhood next-door neighbor, best friend forever and now roommate, on the doorstep, rather than Daniel. "Welcome home! I wasn't expecting you just yet... Why didn't you let yourself in?"
"My key's buried somewhere in there." Meg indicated the trundle suitcase next to her. She hugged Sadie. "The flight landed an hour early. It's so great to be home. Six weeks was way too long...even if it was Paris." She stood back as Sadie maneuvered the case over the threshold for...