Caspian: A Carolina Reapers Novel by Samantha Whiskey

Author:Samantha Whiskey [Whiskey, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-15T23:00:00+00:00

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Caspian

I’d never been the guy to chase down the whole suburban dream, but there was something to be said for watching my little sister say those vows in the same chapel our parents had all those decades before. It was like watching a generational love story play out, happy tears and all.

Guess I was all up in my feelings today, but I was good with it.

London was happy. She’d glowed with joy all through the ceremony, and the look Sterling had given her when she’d walked down that aisle had reassured me that he was the right one—the only one—for her. The guy had nearly lost it, and with good reason. My sister was radiant.

The ceremony had been quick, and I’d done my best to play the dedicated groomsmen beside my teammates, but my gaze had drifted over toward Ryleigh more than once while the preacher had given his sermon on love, dedication, and devotion.

My chest went tight at the sight of Ryleigh’s smile as she watched London and Sterling say their “I-do’s.” There was a wistfulness in her eyes that made me wish I was the kind of guy she really wanted. Not just the endless supplier of orgasms she’d joked about, but the whole white picket fence guy. I’d never be the home-by-five, small-town Iowa guy again—at least not while I was playing in the NHL.

She deserved every part of her dream, from the newly built house to the steady, dependable guy. It just came as a shock that there was a part of me that wanted to be…that guy—not Chuck, of course. That asshole was a grade A jerkwad who deserved nothing more than a life of pining for what he’d lost when he’d broken her heart. But maybe—

“Earth to Foster,” Maxim said, waving a beer in front of my face as he sat down next to me, filling Ryleigh’s seat at our table-for-ten.

She was currently talking to some of her friends from high school a few tables away, her auburn hair cascading down her back in a tangle of curls that made my palms itch with the need to feel the strands against my skin.

Watch it, or you’ll be a fucking addict, the logical part of my brain chimed in.

Already are, something in my chest responded.

That little thought should have sent warning bells off in my head, but it didn’t. There was only an ever-growing anxiety that I had tickets for the nine a.m. flight out of Des Moines in the morning.

“Caz,” Maxim said, louder this time, jarring me from my thoughts.

“Thanks,” I muttered, taking the frosty beverage he’d retrieved from the bar across the dance floor.

“Where’s mine?” Mila asked, cocking her dark eyebrow at her older brother.

Maxim scoffed and took a long pull of his beer. “You’re not old enough to drink.”

“I’m twenty-three years old!” She snapped.

“And?” He smirked. “I didn’t say you weren’t old enough legally, just not old enough by my standard. There are plenty of assholes out there just hoping to get you trashed so they can get in your pants.

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