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But the longer we were together, the less it felt like we had in common that actually mattered.

And no matter how deep I tried to bury my longtime crush on Theo, it refused to go away.

Being with Wyatt was fun and exciting.

But Theo makes me feel safe.

Which is infinitely more dangerous.

Theo’s also my best friend. My safe place. Which is exactly why I can’t let myself want him.

Unfortunately, my heart doesn’t seem interested in cooperating with my rock-solid logic.

3

Theo

My phone buzzes from an unknown number on the conference table while I’m meeting with a new client. I apologize and ignore it.

Then, it starts up again.

“Sorry. I’ll just turn it off,” I say to the man about to lose his kids, his house, even his dog in a messy divorce. I’m holding the power button down when a new text message comes in.

Teddy, it’s Kendall. Please call me back ASAP. It’s about Maggie.

Goddammit.

The message disappears before I can reread it, but it said enough to make my heart race. Kendall Ellis wouldn’t be calling me about Maggie unless something’s wrong.

“I’m sorry, but I need to take this,” I tell Mr. Adams as I get to my feet. “I’ll be right back, if you want to take a moment to review the representation agreement before signing it.”

“Sure,” he mutters as he hunches over the paperwork, looking more miserable than should be legal.

As soon as I shut the conference door behind me, I power my phone back on while heading to my office and shutting the door.

It only rings once before she answers.

“Hey, Teddy.” Kendall's sigh is so heavy my heart instantly drops.

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“Who?”

“Maggie!” I exclaim.

“Oh. Yeah, Maggie’s fine,” she says. “Jeez. Calm down. You had me worried.”

“I had you worried? You’re the one who was blowing up my phone,” I remind her. “What’s so urgent it couldn’t wait until after office hours?”

“Oh. Right. I need your help with my best friend,” she says.

“What about her?” I ask as I take a seat behind my desk.

“You have to come with her to my wedding.”

“No.”

I don’t have to think twice about my answer. I hate weddings.