The Best Man. Kristan Higgins

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been working a good hour and was already damp with sweat when he heard the rumble of a truck. It was John Holland’s red pickup, identifiable anywhere due to its age and general filth...always mud-splattered and crusty. It stopped, and an enormous Golden retriever bounded out, followed by Princess Super-Cute.

      She wore cutoff shorts, a white sleeveless shirt, the tails tied under her breasts, and a blue bandanna on her head. Levi felt a generic stir of lust. Nothing personal, Holland, he thought. He’d been stealing looks at her chest since he was fourteen.

      The dog ran over to him, tail wagging, and barked once, then collapsed, rolling on his back. “Hey, buddy,” Levi said, rubbing the beast’s stomach.

      Faith shaded her eyes and looked at him. “Hi,” she called tentatively. “What are you doing?”

      “Tying up vines. You?”

      She smiled. “Same thing.” She held up an apron, then tied it on. “My sister’s cracking the whip.” She paused. “I guess Smiley likes you.”

      Smiley. Leave it to Faith Holland to have a dog named Smiley. Speaking of, the dog apparently had had enough of a scratch, because he leaped up and went romping through the vineyard rows, tail waving.

      Faith, however, came to within two rows of where he was, and he braced himself for questions about Jeremy, or an explanation, or a discussion. Girls, he well knew, liked to talk about their feelings until they had nothing left to say, at which point they’d start repeating themselves.

      Instead, she bent over and started doing exactly what he was. Except she was better at it. The apron held twist ties, and she didn’t have to check each shoot the way he did. She was kind of a pro, actually.

      And when she bent over, there was that mighty rack on display. He didn’t have a lot of use for Faith Holland, but, man, that was a nice pair.

      She glanced up. Busted. “I thought you were more of the princess type,” he said as explanation. “Run out of townies to do the grunt work?”

      She just laughed. “If you’re a Holland, you’re a farmer,” she said. “If you’re a farmer, you work. You don’t just gaze out over the fields and sip wine.” She gave him a knowing look and twisted on another tie, her fingers fast and clever.

      “Guess I was wrong.”

      “Guess you were.”

      She bent over again, and the lust felt much less generic. “So this is the property line, huh?” he asked.

      “Yep. See that stone marker up there? That’s what divides Blue Heron from Lyon’s Den.” She secured three vines while she was talking, reminding him to drag his eyes off her breasts and get back to work.

      She moved steadily, bending, sometimes kneeling, holding a cluster of the dusky grapes in her hand from time to time, and somehow, out here in the field, everything she did looked unabashedly sexual. She was soft and round and sweaty now, her red hair in pigtails, basically any male’s fantasy of a farm girl.

      Jeremy’s girlfriend, dude, his conscience chided.

      Except they weren’t together anymore.

      “So how you doing, Holland?” he asked, surprising himself.

      She glanced over at him, then stood up, taking the bandanna off her head and wiping her face, then retying it. Yep. Everything she did looked like she was on a Penthouse photo shoot. Except for the clothes. If she’d take off the clothes, things would be perfect.

      Damn.

      “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

      What did he ask? Oh, right. Jeremy. Maybe he’d finally come out of the closet. Or maybe she’d guessed.

      “When do you leave for basic training?” Putting her hands on the small of her back, she stretched, her breasts straining against her shirt.

      “Uh, July twentieth.”

      “Are you nervous?”

      He started to say no and put forth some of the bravado expected. “A little,” he heard himself say. “I’ve never really been away before.”

      “Me, neither.”

      “You’re going to Virginia, right?”

      “Virginia Tech. It seems like a great school, but now all I can think of is how far it is from here.” She gave him a funny little smile, half sad, half embarrassed.

      “You’ll do great. Everybody likes you.” Aw. Wasn’t he being super-sweet?

      “Not everybody,” she said, twisting those little ties with amazing speed.

      “No?”

      “You don’t.”

      Well, shit. “Why do you say that?” he asked.

      She laughed. “It’s pretty obvious, Levi,” she said. “You think I’m spoiled and irritating and ditzy. Am I right?”

      Right now, I think you’re edible. But yeah, I think you should be able to tell the difference between a straight guy and a gay guy. “Pretty much.”

      “Well, you’ve always been a snob.”

      “Me?”

      “Yeah,” she said.

      “You’re the one with the big house on the Hill.” He tied up a vine.

      “Doesn’t make me a snob.” She flipped a braid over her shoulder.

      “And I am?”

      “Yeah.” Her voice was matter-of-fact. “You never talked to me till this year, and even then, it’s only because of Jeremy. And even then, only when you have to.”

      He didn’t answer, just tied up another vine. “So everyone has to adore you, is that it?”

      “No. But we’ve known each other since third grade. We were both in that special reading club that Mrs. Spritz had, remember? And I invited you to our Halloween party.”

      Oh, yeah. Pumpkin carving and apple bobbing and a haunted hay ride. That’d been a fun night, even if it had been weird, being in the famed Holland house. “Right.”

      “But I wasn’t cool enough for you to talk to. And when my mother died, you were the only one in our class not to write me a note.”

      He felt his face flush. “Quite a memory you got there, Holland,” he muttered, tying up a few more branches.

      “Well, you always remember people who hurt your feelings.”

      Oh, the poor little drama queen. “So you wanted to come to the trailer park and play?”

      “One time,” she continued, “I sat next to you at lunch, not to be near you, just because it was the empty seat next to Colleen. And you got up and

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