Last Groom Standing

By Kimberly Lang

Marnie Price’s guide to surviving the bridesmaid blues...

1. Get a new man.

2. Find a new job.

3. When in doubt, drink wine!

Having watched her three closest friends all find love, Southern belle Marnie Price feels as if she’s the only single girl left. Luckily she’s found a solution — one sizzling night with Dylan Brookes. This man wears a wedding tux better than anyone, but all Marnie wants to do is get beneath it!

Dylan is all about making the sensible choice, and a fling with his ex’s friend Marnie is about as far from sensible as he can get! Marnie might prove to him that taking risks is worth it, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to give up his bachelor status quite yet, does it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Aug 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9780857998309

Kimberly Lang

Kimberly Lang is a Southern belle with a trouble-making streak and a great love of strong heroes and even stronger heroines. A former ballet dancer and English teacher, she now does yoga and writes the kind of books she always loved to read. She’s married to her college sweetheart, is mom to the most amazing child on the planet, and shares her office space with a dog named Cupid. Visit her website at www.BooksByKimberly.com.

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PROLOGUE

Ten years ago, Hillbrook University campus, upstate New York...

She had s-sex with Carter.

Marnie Price stumbled over the word—sex wasn’t something she was overly comfortable talking about, and ironically it was Gina’s influence over the past year that had gotten her to the point where she could even talk about it at all.

She didn’t know who was more in the wrong: Gina, who was supposedly her friend, or her brother, Carter, who had succumbed to Gina’s wiles even though he was engaged to another woman. The betrayal cut deep for Marnie, and she couldn’t quite make sense of it.

Lord, just when she thought she was beginning to figure things out... Everything she thought she knew was crumbling down around her, making the situation worse.

Reese stroked her hair, making soothing noises. Although technically her roommate and landlady, Reese was also the big sister she’d never had. At least Reese would understand. I’m sure we’re missing part of the story, she began.

Reese’s willingness to let Marnie live with her so her family would believe she was being properly looked after in the big, bad world was the only reason she’d been allowed to enroll at Hillbrook in the first place. And while Marnie would be forever grateful for that, Reese’s attempted defense of Gina only drove the knife deeper. "It seems pretty straightforward to me. How could Gina do that? She seduced my brother, took advantage of him. Does she not think any man is off limits?"

Carter’s an adult, and he’s equally responsible for his actions.

Marnie couldn’t believe this was Carter’s fault. They’d been raised with the same values, the same knowledge of right and wrong. Sex was for marriage, something saved solely for your future spouse, but Carter had still betrayed that fundamental belief—as well as his bride—making him a hypocrite of the worst sort.

Her heart constricted with pain for her best friend, who’d spent the past year planning the perfect wedding to start their perfect life together. Missy would be heartbroken.

She’d never been comfortable with Gina’s overt sexuality, the way she treated sex like a recreational sport and men like disposable items, but there was something in her spirit and embrace of life that was attractive, too. It hadn’t been enough to sway her morals, but then Gina had never tried to seduce her, either. The girl was a proud, self-proclaimed maneater.

Which, Marnie decided, was just another word for slut.

No. Carter is a decent man. That much Marnie was sure of. Carter was a little overprotective, becoming even more so after Daddy passed five years ago, but he was everything a good man was supposed to be. He was even beginning to respect the fact Marnie wasn’t a child anymore: just last week he’d suddenly agreed to let her go on the road trip with the others this summer.

Carter was raised right, with honor and integrity and respect. He’s a gentleman. Men can be weak sometimes when it comes to the flesh, and...and... She struggled to find the right words, the right explanation for Carter’s behavior. She couldn’t find one at the moment, but she knew there had to be one somewhere. Well, there’s no way he would have done something like that unless Gina—

Reese shook her head. You can’t just blame Gina. It takes two to tango.

She shrugged off Reese’s embrace and stood. "You’re defending her? Taking her side?"

I’m not taking anyone’s side, Marnie. Remember that Gina is your friend—

Some friend, she snapped. A real friend would have left my brother alone. A real friend wouldn’t hurt people I care about just so she can get her own thrills.

I doubt Gina meant to hurt you with this.

Then why tell me about it? Why do it in the first place? My friend? I don’t need slutty friends who jump into bed with men they barely know.

Reese’s cheeks took on a pink tint and she played with the square-shaped pendant on the necklace tucked under her shirt. She cleared her throat. Marnie, remember how we talked about how you can be really judgmental sometimes...?

"I’m sorry, Reese, but there’s right and wrong in this world. Carter is in the wrong, too, but Gina has, once again, proved she’s no better than a common whore! She shouted the last word, well aware of how it would carry through the hall of Reese’s beautiful house and straight up the stairs to Gina’s room. It’s just more proof that Gina doesn’t care about anyone except herself."

Marnie... Reese began.

Marnie waved her silent and stalked over to the glass of champagne she’d merely been toying with all night. In three long swallows, she drained it, then, ignoring Reese’s shocked Marnie! reached for the bottle and refilled the glass.

I think I’ve earned this, she said before she caught herself and sat the glass down instead. Her mother had never allowed alcohol into the house, and it wasn’t until Marnie came to Hillbrook that she’d even tried it. Just more proof of how she’d changed thanks to her roommates—but maybe these changes weren’t for the better.

She heard footsteps and turned to see Cassie returning.

Gina says we’ll talk tomorrow, Cassie said, as oblivious as ever. Usually, Marnie found the nerdy Australian’s lack of understanding about social situations rather endearing, but tonight she was angry and lacked the patience.

There’s nothing more to talk about, Cas.

I don’t understand.

Then let me explain this to you. I’m never speaking to Gina Carrington again.

Why?

Because Gina is a selfish tramp who doesn’t care who she hurts. I bet poor Missy and what this would do to her never even crossed Gina’s mind.

Cassie nodded. It’s very unlikely since Gina doesn’t know Missy.

Oh, my sweet God. She knew Carter was engaged, though.

As did Carter. I don’t see why you’re holding Gina responsible for Carter’s decisions. He chose to be unfaithful, and having made that decision, the woman involved is irrelevant.

Marnie wanted to pull her hair out. I can’t believe you’re taking her side, too. Wow, y’all are lousy friends.

Marnie, we’re trying to be good friends, Reese started carefully, "to both you and Gina—"

Cassie nodded. Which is difficult when you’re overreacting like this.

Reese put a hand on Cassie’s shoulder. Cas, let me handle this, okay?

That was the last straw. "There’s nothing to handle. Missy has been my friend—practically a sister—since we were little girls, and as her friend, she deserves my loyalty and support because that’s what friends do. Real friends don’t seduce your brother, and they don’t defend and make excuses for the woman that did. If y’all don’t see that, then I’m not sure I want you as my friends anymore."

Her voice broke on the last word, and she ran to her room before she burst into tears.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Marnie lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling as tears burned her eyes. And it’s all my fault.

Everyone back in Savannah had tried to tell her this was a bad idea. Maybe they were right. Maybe she should have just gone to Simmons State and pledged Kappa like every other woman in her family. She’d only applied to Hillbrook to be polite—the recruiter who’d visited her school had been hard to ignore. She hadn’t given it a second thought until the acceptance came—along with an attractive scholarship that played to her ego and made her feel like the school really wanted her.

Carter had protested, Mama had been heartbroken, and her boyfriend horrified she’d even consider it. Coming here had been her first act of rebellion—ever.

And it had felt so good.

Even if she’d been scared to death.

But Reese and Gina and Cassie had supported her, introduced her to a world beyond her carefully controlled Savannah circle, and encouraged her to come out of her shell and experience so many new things.

Beautiful dark-haired Gina who talked of London and Oxford and wasn’t afraid of anything, always quick with the perfect comeback delivered in her crisp British accent. Nerdy Cassie who was almost as naive as she was about the world, but driven by logic and science instead of belief and Southern customs. And Reese, who brought them all together in her house because she thought it would be interesting to have such an eclectic set of roommates—a far cry from her own Park Avenue background.

And it had gone well—Marnie had bragged to everyone back home, proud of both her grades and her broadened horizons. Maybe she’d broadened them a little too much.

It was so confusing. Life had been so much easier to understand before she’d come here. And while the others had laughed at her naiveté, she longed for that innocence now.

Yeah, this is all my fault.

If she hadn’t come to school here, she wouldn’t have met Gina and the others. Carter wouldn’t have come up to visit, and he’d have never fallen into Gina’s web. Missy was going to be hurt and it was all her fault.

Silent tears slid down her face. Some friend I am.

There was no way to repair the damage done here tonight, but there had to be a way to make this right for Missy.

As for Carter... She couldn’t think about him right now. He’d been her hero—the perfect example of what a man should be—and the shattering of that image hurt more than she expected. He’d spit on everything they’d been raised to value and believe and yet he still had the nerve to leave town last week, fresh out of Gina’s bed, it seemed, with an admonishment for her to behave.

The hypocrite.

Marnie could hear Gina moving around in the room next door and the low mutter of conversation from Cassie and Reese as they closed up the house and went to their own rooms.

She lay awake for a long time—exploring her options, figuring out what to do next, trying to make some kind of sense of it all in her head. Long after the house was quiet, she’d only come to one solid conclusion.

This wasn’t where she was supposed to be.

She needed to go home.

ONE

Marnie Price took a deep breath to assess the situation and her options. This was not the time to react thoughtlessly. After a moment to think, she did what any rational, reasonable, adult woman would do in a situation like this.

She pulled the wine bottle from the ice bucket and filled her glass right up to the rim.

Despite the fact she’d had several already tonight, she remained frustratingly sober. It was a happy occasion—Cassie was married and bridges she’d thought burnt beyond repair were slowly being mended. She should be happy—and she was, by God, she really was.

Except, at the same time, she wasn’t. She’d started the day by cleaning out her desk at work and ended it with finding out her friends had been lying to her for years and that years of estrangement had been all her fault. In the middle, she’d gone to a wedding and found out her brother was sleeping with Gina—again. Mercy, when losing your job wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to you, the day officially sucked.

Hence the need for more wine. Lots more wine.

Her mother was probably spinning in her grave—ladies didn’t overimbibe, much less in public—but this was New York City, not Savannah, and Marnie had intentionally given up the quest to be a lady years ago.

Old habits were hard to break, but she could drown the Southern guilt in another glass of Chardonnay.

The large table in the corner of the trendy Tribeca Terrace held the remains of Cassie and Tuck’s small wedding reception, and Tuck had pulled Cassie to the dance floor a little while ago. It didn’t take a genius IQ like Cassie’s to see that they would be off to their wedding night very soon. Carter and Gina and Mason and Reese were also on the dance floor, doing that slow sway that said both couples would be leaving soon as well to a happy night themselves.

Marnie sighed into her glass. None of her friends had walked the easy path to happiness, but that was what made their stories so wonderful. The passion. Passion might be messy and difficult, but the proof it was worth it was right in front of her. And that’s what she wanted. If she’d wanted a predictable and staid and unremarkable life, she’d have stayed in Savannah.

But the pairing off of the others had left her alone at the table with Dylan Brookes. Their party of eight had really been three parties of two and two parties of one, but that hadn’t been too obvious or strange until everyone else coupled up. Being an extra wheel was awkward enough, but this situation took awkward to a new place.

Dylan had stood as Tuck’s witness today, but it was just plain weird to have him around. Tuck was Dylan’s best friend, but he was also Reese’s cousin, and he’d met Cassie at what would have been Reese and Dylan’s wedding—except that Reese had practically jilted Dylan at the altar in favor of Mason. It had been quite a mess. Reese and Dylan seemed okay with it now, but everyone else—including her—found the situation awkward at best.

Watching your ex-fiancée canoodle with the guy she threw you over for had to be uncomfortable, but if Dylan had a problem with that, he’d done a good job of hiding it.

He was currently typing something on his phone, and if he was feeling like an extra wheel, it didn’t show.

Either he was a very good actor, or he simply didn’t care. Marnie wasn’t sure if she should envy him or pity him.

The music wasn’t overly loud, but it was thankfully loud enough to not make the conversational silence at the table too noticeable. Not that she was in the mood for small talk, anyway. There was just way too much circling in her mind. She needed to process it all.

No one wanted to ruin Cassie’s celebration, so conversations had been hushed and behind bathroom doors, everyone trying to bring her up to speed