Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Do you play?”
“Yes, and I’m excellent.”
“Which means you’re a heinous opponent.”
“He is,” Jarod agreed. “He acts like it’s a mathlete competition.”
“Which I always won.”
“Hey, you know what you should do?” Jarod said, turning to Matt excitedly as though he just had a great idea. “Record yourself talking about your mathletics, then play it for Sabrina. See if she still chooses you.”
“She will,” Matt said smugly. “You lost, man, fair and square.”
“I didn’t fully put myself in the game,” Jarod said. “And is that any way to talk to your fairy godmother?”
Kennedy couldn’t help but smirk at Jarod’s self-appointed nickname. Late last year, Jarod had shown a brief interest in Sabrina, realized that she was entirely hung up on Matt, and switched allegiances, getting all up in their business to bring them together.
“The point is,” Matt said, looking back toward Kennedy, “we need to help Kennedy come to grips with Jack and Kate’s relationship so his golf game can get back on track.”
“Two dates is not a relationship. And if it were, I wouldn’t care. I’m happy for them.”
“And?” Ian prompted when Kennedy said nothing more.
“And what?” Kennedy grabbed a bottle of water.
“I know this will upset your carefully built walls, but we know you, man. What’s on your mind?”
Kennedy exhaled and looked around at the vast amount of green, realizing, though it galled him to do so, that maybe he did need to talk it out.
“What do you guys think about Claudia?”
“She’s nice,” Ian said automatically.
Nice. There was that word again, the same one Kate had used the night of the party.
“Never met her,” Jarod said, holding up his hands when Kennedy looked his way.
Kennedy shifted his gaze to Matt, who gave an indifferent shrug. “Yeah, she’s nice.”
Damn it. He knew they meant it. Just as Kate had meant it. Because Claudia was nice. And beautiful. Smart. Generous. So why the hell did the people closest to him sound so bored when her name was mentioned?
Worse, why did Kennedy feel bored?
“Are things getting serious between you guys?” Jarod asked.
“It’s only been a couple months,” Kennedy said automatically.
“So?” All three of the guys asked it at the same time.
Kennedy gave them an incredulous look. “So people do not get serious after two months.”
“I did,” Ian said matter-of-factly.
Matt nodded in agreement. “I think I knew Sabrina was it for me the second I met her. It just took me a couple years to figure it out, a couple more to convince her . . .”
“I convinced her,” Jarod said.
“Shut up, man,” Matt said.
“Guys.” Ian nodded at Kennedy. “Focus.”
“Right,” Matt said. “Okay, so you and Claudia are just casual for now, and yet you look awfully serious.”
“That’s just my face,” Kennedy said.
Ian laughed. “True. But you do seem extra pensive. And not just about your golf game.”
Kennedy squinted up at the sky, not quite sure how to explain himself. Not even sure why he wanted to explain himself. He was hardly prone to talking about what was on his mind, and he definitely wasn’t inclined to share feelings. But something had been brewing deep inside him lately, and he figured if he didn’t get it out with these guys, he never would. “You guys ever think it’s weird that both of you are getting married before me?” He didn’t include Jarod, but he knew the other man well enough to know he wouldn’t mind being left out—he was new to their group.
“I guess,” Matt said. “I mean, I never gave much thought to any of us Wolfes getting married, but I guess if I had, I would’ve assumed you’d be the first one to the altar.”
Me too.
Kennedy hadn’t spent the past decade planning his wedding, but he also had never been one of those guys who squawked about being a bachelor for life. He always figured he’d find a nice woman, settle down, have kids.
And yeah, he sort of thought it’d have happened by now.
“So is anyone else confused why Kennedy’s got marriage on the brain but also is insisting he and his girlfriend aren’t serious?” Matt asked.
“No,” Jarod said. “He’s thirty-seven now—”
“Thirty-six,” Kennedy ground out.
“I’m just saying, it makes sense. You’re not getting any younger—”
“Jesus.” Kennedy turned back to the golf cart and pointed at Ian to follow suit. “Get in. We’re done here.”
“You know I’m right,” Jarod said, calling over his shoulder as he and Matt drove off.
Once they were alone, Ian turned to Kennedy, his voice atypically serious. “You’re not having some sort of midlife crisis because of your birthday and the fact that Matt and I are married and almost married, are you?”
“No, that’s not it,” Kennedy said, meaning it. He was happy for his friends, and he wasn’t foolish enough to rush out and find the first wife available out of competition or fear of getting older.
“So what is it?”