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One who immediately has my attention. One with long, lanky limbs, caramel-colored hair, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
The saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Jasper is so cute and staring at him makes it do this weird little skipping thing in my chest.
What I don’t realize is that I’ll be fighting the urge to stare at Jasper Gervais for years to come.
Sloane Winthrop’s fiancé is a royal douchebag.
She’s my best friend. She’s eloquent, and smart, and funny—does he not see that at all? Does he not see her?
“Basically, she knows if she needs something, I’ll be there,” I add without thinking.
“I mean, you look beautiful,” I rush out, grimacing when I note her eyes widening. “You always do. You just don’t look . . . happy?”
Plus, I remember how Sloane looks at a man when she really wants him. And she isn’t looking at her fiancé the way she used to look at me.
No one has—except for Jasper. Jasper.
Today should be the happiest day of my life, but it’s not, and I don’t want to lie to her.
Hating that word. Friend. We’ve been friends for so damn long . . .
