Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

When it’s ten minutes past our meeting time and Tripp still hasn’t shown, I’m worried he’s going to leave me hanging. I’m anxious enough just being here with the thought that I’m about to promise myself to someone for life—real or not—that every passing minute stretches out forever. I shoot the girl behind the desk another reassuring smile and am about to pull out my phone to text him when he barrels through the door. “Sorry, I’m here.” I crane my neck to look around the guy standing in front of me. The one who looks suspiciously like my best friend, but there’s no way Tripp would be dressed like that. “Whatcha doing?” he asks. “Looking for the dude I’m marrying today. He must be around here somewhere.” Tripp bats at my head. “You don’t think I look good?” “I think you look … umm, about as put together as the two people we saw get married earlier today.” He hums. “Just what every man wants to hear on his wedding day.” “What’s with the outfit?” “What? You said to dress in theme.” I gesture to my suit. “Yeah, wedding theme.” He doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic. “Exactly. Weddings are stupid, so I dressed the part.” I take in his “I’m with stupid” T-shirt, the water wings, and his kilt. “In that case, you nailed the brief.” “Don’t you wanna know what it all means?” he asks innocently. “I think you’re going to tell me anyway.” “The kilt was as close to a dress as I’ll go, even for you, and it’s my family kilt. Only worn on special occasions. The T-shirt, because, du...