“Who is it? Anyone hot and rich from his company?”
I snort at the way she perks up and reopen the laptop, bringing up my email. “His cousin. Although, Tyler is hot and rich. And kind of from the company. I mean, he’s a photographer. He’s the guy training me. I don’t know how you two haven’t met yet. Hmm.”
I glance up at her when she doesn’t reply and take in her face. Wide eyes. Parted lips. Flushed cheeks.
“Uh, Liv?”
“Um.” She takes a deep breath. “Did you say Tyler? A photographer?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I know him already.”
I tilt my head to one side. “Well, I suppose that will make everything easier. The whole maid-of-honor-best-man thing. You guys have to get along.”
“Oh, we do. I can’t say we’ve talked much, but we get along just fine.”
It clicks. I stare at her, my jaw dropping, and she flattens her mouth into a thin line. Slowly, I close the laptop, unable to process anything except this very unexpected information.
My best friend has slept with my fiancé’s cousin.
Oh holy crap.
THE END.