“It’s been ten seconds.”
“I said a damn minute.”
“How is a damn minute different from a regular one?”
A grin cracked his mouth, despite his turmoil. No one could rein him back from his emotional spirals like Libby could. He realized he had two choices: he could give her his blessing, or he could continue down the path of belligerence and possibly lose her forever. But he had to give it one more try. “Are you sure, Lib?” He lowered his voice. “I don’t think he deserves you.”
“Listen to you,” she teased. “You’re like the big brother I never had.”
That only increased his turmoil. Big brother? Did she really see him that way? “I’m serious, Libby. Don’t you want what Megan and Josh have?”
“Who says I don’t?”
A rush of anger flooded his head, burning his filter to ash. “Are you serious? You can’t possibly believe what you have with that guy is love! He’s more enamored with football than he is with you!”
“I can’t believe you just said that!”
“The proof is right in front of you, Libby. Hell, you spend more time with me than you do with him and I live two thousand miles away.”
“Then maybe I should spend less time with you!”
“Most normal women who actually loved their fiancés would.”
She hung up on him then, and he stewed in his sorrow and unease, telling himself that he’d call her the next day to apologize and they’d be fine. And as far as her impending marriage went, surely her two friends would help her see the light. Noah might not be an expert on love, but he knew Libby didn’t really love Mitch. How could she when the guy was so obsessed with football? According to Libby, Mitch had a room in his apartment stuffed so full with football paraphernalia, he could star in an episode of one of those hoarder shows. What semi-intelligent man could be with Libby St. Clair without being infatuated to the point of distraction over her?
The next morning he called her as soon as he was sure she’d be awake.
“Lib, I’m sorry. I said some things I wish I could take back.” He was surprised by how easily the apology rolled off his tongue. The first apology he could remember making was the one he’d been forced to give to his mean next-door neighbor after cutting her flowers to make his mother a bouquet. He was four at the time. Apologies had been soured for him ever since. But while he hadn’t been sorry about the neighbor lady’s flowers, he did regret hurting Libby. She was the very last person he wanted to hurt.
Libby didn’t respond for several seconds, and his heart thudded against his ribcage. Had he pushed her too far? Finally, she cleared her throat. “I want you to be in the wedding.”
“What?” Rein it in, Noah. He couldn’t lose control again. He softened his tone, then joked, “I’m warning you I won’t wear a tacky rayon dress. I’m more of a silk guy.”
“Very funny,” she chuckled, but it wasn’t her genuine laugh—the one that made him feel good inside just from hearing it. “You’ll be one of the groomsmen.”
“Does Mitch know about this?”
“He thinks it’s a great idea.”
That didn’t surprise him. Mitch was one of the most laid back, albeit clueless, guys he had ever met.
“So? Will you?”
“Sure.” Not that he ever expected the wedding to take place. Libby had stepped up twice to keep her friends from making mistakes with their marriages. They owed her big time, and surely they would see what he did—that while Mitch was a good guy, he wasn’t the type who could snare Libby’s heart.
Only it didn’t happen that way.
When Noah brought it up to Josh at the office a week later, Josh played it off. “Megan and Libby had a good heart-to-heart talk, and Megan thinks Libby’s happy.”
Noah frowned. “She’s taking Libby’s two years of acting in college into account, right?”
Josh had looked up from his computer. “Why would she pretend to be happy? Especially when she was so adamant about making sure Megan and Blair made the right choices.”
Noah shook his head. “I’ve heard her mention something about getting married before her thirtieth birthday. Her birthday is next month. Maybe she’s feeling the pressure.”
“Libby? Feeling social pressure? Not likely.” Josh laughed. “If anything, it’s that stupid curse nonsense.”
Noah perked up. “What curse nonsense?”
Josh shrugged. “Megan mentioned it right after our wedding. Something about Libby believing all three of them were cursed to have disastrous weddings.”
“What does that have to do with her getting married before her birthday?”
He gave Noah an ornery grin. “I confess, my attention was on other things when Megan told me, so a lot of the details escaped me.”
Noah cringed. “TMI, dude.”
“Really? This from the king of TMI? How many of your exploits have I been forced to hear about?”
“That was different. Megan’s my sister-in-law.”
Josh gave him a look of surprise, then continued. “Like I said, I don’t remember a lot of the details, but I do know Libby totally believes in it.”
Noah sucked in a breath, trying to quell his brewing nausea. “I don’t know, Josh. I have a really bad feeling about this.”
Josh’s gaze narrowed. “Maybe you need to take a good look at why you have that feeling.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Maybe you need to examine your own life.”
Here he was trying to save his friend from making the biggest mistake of her life and Josh was using it as yet another opportunity to point out what a screw-up he was. He started to walk away, but Josh called after him.
“How’s the Abrahams account coming?”
So Josh really didn’t trust him. Noah stopped in his tracks and turned to face his brother. “Great. I have a meeting with Scott next week.”
“You’re sure you’ve got this? I know you went to college with him, but I can help if you need me to intervene.”
Noah tried to stifle his irritation. He couldn’t really blame Josh for being cautious. After all, he had spent the better part of a decade trying to do as little as possible. Still, it sucked to be treated like a preschooler, even if he deserved it. “I think we’re good.”
Josh lowered his voice. “Look, Noah. We need that account. Bad. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“If you get into any trouble, you’ll let me know?”
“Sure,” he said, still distracted by Libby and her engagement.
That night he went out with a couple of friends and met Donna at a bar. She was with several friends who joined his group. While it wasn’t exactly unusual that he went home with her, he surprised himself by asking for her number and telling her he wanted to see her again.
In a way, Josh was right. Libby’s impending marriage had made him realize how empty his life was. Now that she was preparing for her wedding—or more likely because of their disagreement—she no longer called him as frequently, which made him acutely aware that once she was married, he would hear from her even less. Her absence left an ache in his soul, and his typical one-night stands weren’t going to fill it. Donna was conventionally pretty and model-thin—the polar opposite of Libby’s exotic beauty and hourglass figure. And while Donna was a little clueless about some things, she was actually a nice woman he could take home to meet his mother.
Everyone who knew him was shocked that he’d kept a woman in his life for more than a few weeks, and while he wasn’t as over-the-moon happy as Josh, he was trying to be content. For the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe he could stop blustering and be happy. But that wasn’t entirely true. Libby was the one who’d made him feel that way, not Donna.
Maybe it just took time.
As Libby’s wedding drew closer, Noah became more and more anxious, and Donna became more and more of a bitch over his friendship with Libby.
Noah was supposed to fly out two
days before the wedding, but Scott Abrahams was a hard man to pin down. He’d postponed their meeting until Friday afternoon, forcing Noah to move his flight to the day of the wedding. But five minutes before they were supposed to meet, Abrahams called to cancel.
“Noah, you know I like your plans, but I’m meeting with someone else next week. I’ll be honest—I’ll probably sign with them.”
Noah’s stomach dropped. “Scott, I’d be more than happy to go over the schematics with you over drinks.”
“I trust your schematics, and I know we go way back, but I think I can get a better deal. No hard feelings. It’s just business.”
He hung up before Noah could press him for more details.
Noah felt like he was going to be sick. How was he going to explain this to Josh? His brother was definitely going to blame him for losing the job. He considered waiting until after the wedding to tell him, but that’s what the old Noah would do. The new Noah was taking charge. He called his brother before he could change his mind.
“That was fast,” Josh said.
“There’s a reason.”
“He didn’t sign.” Josh’s voice was flat.
“He canceled the meeting.”
“What happened?”
The accusation in Josh’s voice stiffened Noah’s back. “Why does it sound like you think I fucked this up?”
“Well, did you?”
“What the hell, Josh? You know I’ve been busting my ass to get this deal.” Still, some inner voice taunted him. You must have fucked it up. You know Josh would have closed the deal without a problem.
That voice only pissed him off more.
Josh groaned in frustration. “I knew I should have sat in on some of the meetings.”
Noah’s irritation only grew. “You don’t think I can handle a meeting?”
“I’m sure you can when drinks are involved.”
“So now you’re accusing me of being a drunk and a slacker.”
“You have to admit, you’ve fit both descriptions in the past.”
“If that’s really what you think of me, why the hell am I even working there?”
“Because your name’s on the damn building!”
And that was the crux of it. Noah had never wanted to take the helm of the engineering firm, but after their father’s death, it was just expected of him. He’d barely managed to hold it together until Josh took over, even if he’d fooled everyone else into thinking management was easy for him. Of course, he could have left then, but instead he’d coasted along, reasoning that the business owed him for single-handedly running things for a while. But then again, he had no idea what else to do.
Maybe this was the push he needed.
“Then take my damn name off, because I quit!”
Before Josh could say something else in that condescending tone, Noah hung up.
Now what the hell was he going to do?
Since he’d remained in town—apparently for no reason—Donna came over to his apartment for dinner. And since he was leaving for Libby’s wedding the next day, she was bitchier than usual. To make matters worse, over the last couple of weeks she’d appointed herself his life coach. She’d started a freelance life coaching business and slowly began offering him unsolicited advice until it had increased to an annoying intensity. Tonight she dusted off her list of the areas of his life he needed to improve to find inner peace—his apartment was too small; his car was too old; his job too financially limiting. Her list was insulting, but her passive-aggressive approach made it easier for him to ignore. “Noah, don’t you think you’d be happier if you talked to Terry, my stockbroker friend, about applying for that opening in his firm? You’d make so much more money.”
The combination of losing the account, his fight with Josh, and the feeling of impending doom that surrounded him like a noxious cloud had him so utterly miserable he couldn’t help wondering if she was right. Maybe his life really did need an overhaul.
After dinner he was emotionally beat-up, but he couldn’t let the Abrahams deal go without a fight. Even if it was time to stop working with his brother, he wanted to just this once prove he was capable of something other than screwing up. He sat through as much of Donna’s lame rom-com as he could bear before he hid in the bathroom to call Cal, his friend from college who had stayed in contact with both Noah and Scott Abrahams.
“Sorry to bother you on a Friday night, Cal, but do you happen to know if Scott Abrahams still has that cute secretary? The one he’s sleeping with? Terry . . . Tobi . . .”
“Ahh . . . Tiffany.” Noah heard the smile in his voice. “Yeah, she’s still there, although I think she’s about to cut him loose. Scott says she’s been giving him grief about not leaving his wife.”
Perfect. “You don’t happen to have her number, do you? Or know her last name?”
Cal laughed. “You probably picked a good time to make a play for her. I don’t have her number, but I know her last name is Brown.”
“That’s nearly totally unhelpful.”
“She went to college at Oregon State.”
“She went to college?” Noah always assumed she’d landed her position on the basis of her physical appearance alone.
Cal laughed again. “She quit her sophomore year. She’s on Facebook. Look her up there.”
“Will do. Thanks.”
“Noah!” Donna shouted from the living room. “Did you fall in the toilet?”
“No, coming.” He flushed to corroborate his cover story and ran the water in the sink before returning to the living room. He considered searching for Tiffany on his phone, but how was he going to explain to Donna why he was looking up another woman on Facebook? That would likely get him strapped to a burning stake. He’d have to wait.
“Are you even listening to me?” Donna asked, sounding huffy, as he sat down next to her on the couch.
“What?”
“You’re busy thinking about her again. Did you go hide in the bathroom to call her?”
It took him a second to realize she was talking about Libby. Ironically enough, the last fifteen minutes had probably been the longest length of time in days that he’d gone without thinking about her. The realization only adding to his growing tempest of anxiety.
“You’re either with me or you’re not, Noah.”
This had also been a repeated topic of discussion between them. He wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her close. “Donna, you’re the one I want, sweetheart. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Only because you had that stupid meeting with that stupid man.”
She knew how important the meeting had been, yet she’d never once asked about it. But this was how normal people functioned, right? He didn’t remember his dad going home and discussing the specifics of his job. Normal people had responsible jobs and significant others. But he couldn’t help thinking that if he and Libby were still close, it would have been the first thing she would have asked him. Noah suddenly had a craving for something more. He’d convinced himself that normal was what he wanted. What Josh had. But if this was it, was it really enough?
“I mean it, Noah,” she pouted. “It’s not normal for a guy to be friends with a girl.”
“Hey, all those people did it on Friends.”
Her eyebrows lowered into a scowl. “They all ended up sleeping with each other like some exotic swingers club.”
Noah wondered how he’d missed the X-rated version of the series—and where he could find it—but he suspected she wouldn’t appreciate the question. “Why does it have to be either or?” he asked in frustration as he jumped to his feet, his anxiety rising to an all-time high. He didn’t need this in addition to everything else. “Why can’t I be friends with her and have you too?”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
“If you met her, I’m sure you’d change your mind. Come to the wedding with me tomorrow. I’ll buy you a ticket.” He wasn’t sure where that had come from, but now that he’d said it, it seemed like a goo
d next step in their relationship. It would show her that she had nothing to worry about, that he was in this for real.
She shook her head vehemently. “No. No way. In fact, if you go to that wedding, you and I are done.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
Rising from the couch, she planted her hands on her hips, her lips pursed like she was trying out for some lipstick commercial.
“Donna, I’m in the fucking wedding! I have to go!” But even as he said the words, he realized how much he really didn’t want to go.
“It’s her or me, Noah.” Then she stomped out of his apartment.
Noah was torn. He really wanted to be there for Libby, but he wasn’t sure he could bear to watch her exchange vows with the world’s biggest Arkansas Razorbacks fan. Not to mention the fact that he had no desire to see his brother. He was sick to death of people believing the worst of him, especially since he was trying so hard to change. Besides, if he broke up with Donna, he’d be drowned in a chorus of I told you so. He wasn’t sure he could handle that on top of the rawness he felt about Libby’s impending marriage.
So after a long sleepless night, he texted Josh the next morning and told him something with Donna had come up and he wasn’t coming. He worried about hurting Libby, but she was marrying Mitch, the man she claimed to love. Why would she care if he came or not? She’d made her choice; it was time for him to worry about his own love life.
Donna . . . he could do this. He could be in a long-term committed relationship. He just needed to make more of an effort. He picked up his phone and called her, mulling over the idea of asking her to move into his apartment. Wasn’t that what couples did when they took things to the next level?
“Did you decide?” she asked in a snotty tone when she answered.
“I’m not going.”
“Wise choice, McMillan.” Her voice took on a husky tone. “I’ll be right over.”
He made a pot of coffee, wondering when he should ask her to move in. After they had sex or before?
But when he opened the door for her, apprehension sucked his breath away. Could he really spend the rest of his life with someone who only wanted him if he met the requirements of some checklist? Someone who’d asked him to cut off a close friend? Someone, he suddenly realized, he barely tolerated? He’d rather be alone and dateless for the rest of his life.
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