Runaway Groomsman

by Meghan Quinn

Not just my best friend. But her costar. Her costar in the movie I wrote for both of them.

Couldn’t have been the fact that my ex-girlfriend and best friend wouldn’t know loyalty if it slapped them in the face with the latest fad drink from Starbucks.

Hinging at my hips, I make a graceful bow—because it feels right—and when I straighten up, I lift both of my middle fingers, one for each of them. “I pray to the Holy Spirit that this marriage goes down in flames.”

Yes, it’s true. I, a sophisticated and engaging woman, went on a date . . . with him. One single date. A date that lives rent-free in my brain as the worst date I’ve ever been on.

It doesn’t necessarily pack the punch of, let’s say, meeting in a foreign country—you’re only wearing a towel when you’re startled by an angry Scot in your cabin rental. Nor does it have the same sort of tension that we’d see from two characters who meet on a DIY wedding-competition show when one assumes the other is a coffee-fetching production assistant, which instantly sparks an enemies-to-lovers trope that sets up the entire story line.

I love the crossovers throughout the books 🥹