was wearing polyester pajamas, had at hand pop-bottle glasses instead of my contact lenses, and I was lying on a plastic lounge chair in my new sister-in-law’s dark backyard.
I groped blindly for my glasses on the packed dirt beneath the chair so that I could see who the strange intruder was. Though he looked pretty familiar through the fuzzy haze that was nearsightedness, the thin edge of nerves wouldn’t dissipate until I could clearly see for myself.
When I could, I ground my teeth together in frustration.
“Ethan, you shithead! You scared me!” Scowling, I pushed my glasses up my nose with my forefinger and sat up straighter. I adjusted the twisted neck of my pajama jacket, and inwardly praised the heavens that I’d gone with my gut and worn nightwear that covered everything, hot and clinging as it was in this weather.
My kid brother, the erstwhile groom, had had the same best friend since he’d been a kid. And it was that best friend who was standing in front of me right now.
Said best friend shot me what I could only term a shit-eating grin. “You’re the one lurking around outside, Barbie.” Unceremoniously he dropped his ridiculously long length onto the foot of the lounger, moving my legs up with a large hand that lingered at my ankle.
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