Brett by Daryl Banner

Author:Daryl Banner [Banner, Daryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Frozenfyre Publishing
Published: 2020-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

[ THE BIG DAY ]

Before the wedding, Brett is busy making arrangements for the bachelorette party, which he was unofficially assigned to organize by Skylar’s ever-sweetly-demanding sister. Everything is going perfectly, Brett is hopping around town feeling useful and needed, and the sunlight is in his hair.

11

Every step I take is on a cloud today.

Actually, it’s been a few days that my walking is practically bouncy. I could be convinced I’ve got tiny trampolines in my shoes.

“You’re … in a suspiciously good mood,” notes my boss Bethany, eyeing me sleepily from a table where she’s drinking her afternoon coffee (which I brewed her). “You get laid or something?”

“Sorry, Beth, but I don’t kiss and tell,” I mutter sassily, giving her a wink—to which she gags and continues tiredly stirring her cup.

Even Dante notices when we work out the next morning, staring at me quizzically as I finish a third set of chest presses with the enthusiasm of a peppy cheerleader.

“You’re on something,” he decides.

I shrug as I stand up and stretch my arms. “I just feel more productive than usual lately.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you making a lot of calls,” he notes, smirking at me. “It better not be one of those call-the-cops parties of yours you’re planning.”

“Oh, it just might be. But it won’t be at Piazza Place.” I start rubbing out a sore muscle.

Dante chuckles, not buying it. “Yeah, yeah … sure it won’t be. Last time you sent out an invite, you included me in the group message, and you called the apartment complex the Pizza Place.” He frowns. “We don’t serve no damned pizza, Brett.”

I shrug. “Honest typo!”

“Uh-huh.”

We’re in the dim locker rooms changing after our showers when a very tall someone approaches Dante from behind. “You should know that I don’t appreciate your intrusion into my relationship very fucking much.”

Dante turns and arches an eyebrow. “Huh?”

The very tall someone—a forty-something man in a sweater vest, pin-stripe shirt, and bowtie who looks very far from the office (possibly lost) and with a tragically forgettable face—puffs up his chest (which does little to puff him up at all) and repeats himself. “I said you should know I don’t appreciate your intru—”

“I heard you the first time,” Dante cuts him off. “And who the hell are you?”

The man appears offended for half a second before at once stiffening up. “I’m Jared Appleby.”

“Appleby?” Dante gives me a quick look, then squints back at the man. “Your last name is really Appleby? … Like the restaurant?”

Jared doesn’t appear to appreciate that remark. “That’s Professor Appleby, PhD in Physics, at the Montrose Wills Academy of Science, Mr. Funny Guy.”

I lean against a nearby locker and cross my arms, ready to enjoy the show. I’m only missing a bucket of popcorn and I’d be perfect.

Dante smirks, swallowing a chuckle he almost let out. “Let me make an educated guess here.” He speaks in a faux scholarly tone of voice, quirking his eyebrows with mock haughtiness. “You must be the boyfriend of someone who visited me.

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