Three days before Erin Bellini’s wedding, her fiancĆ© breaks up with her–in an email! Hurt and embarrassed, she decides to have a fling with veterinarian Jason Callum, who’s both the best man and the hottest guy she knows. But Jason wants a lot more than just a one-night stand with the woman he’s cared about for years. So he’s taking things slow. And hot. And showing Erin what real love can look like.
Suddenly Erin finds herself spending a lot more time with Jason than she intended. Ā Feelings she never planned on having again are wrapping around her heart, refusing to let go. Erin isn’t sure she can trust her instincts, though. After all, she made a terrible choice with her ex-fiancĆ©. But Jason intends to convince her that he’s the best man for her, and that what they have together is a real love that will last forever.
Chapter One
Erin Bellini shouted out from her office at Red Moss Vineyards.
āMom. Have you talked to the caterers?ā
Her mother didnāt respond right away. It was her most annoying quality. While she waited, Erin jotted down several things she needed to remind her bridesmaids about. Her two sisters were onsite so she had them covered, but she made a note in her planner for the rest of the bridesmaids.
Erinās mother, Maureen, made an appearance in Erinās office. āYou donāt need to yell at me, Erin. You could have just sent me a text. And yes, caterers are confirmed. Which I already told you this morning.ā
āRight. You did. For some reason I hadnāt checked it off the list. Sorry.ā She typed an X in the spreadsheet on her laptop as well as marking it off on the page in her planner. She looked up at her mother. āAnd my dress is back from alterations, right?ā
āItās in your closet.ā Her mom made that face, the one where her lips went straight and her eyes narrowed and you knew you were being scrutinized. āYouāre not getting nervous, are you?ā
Erin smiled and took in a deep breath to center herself. āI never get nervous. Because I have everything organized. In my planner. In my spreadsheet. In the notes on my phone.ā
Her mother smiled. āRight. Yes, well thatās you, honey. Iām going out to the vineyards to check on your dad. Call if you need me.ā
āOkay.ā
She should call Owen, her fiancĆ©, to make sure he remembered he had to pick up the tuxes. Or maybe she should call Jason, Owenās best friend and the best man. Owen was always scattered and busy and heād likely forget. Thankfully he had her to organize everything for him.
She picked up her phone and found Jason, then pressed the call button.
āBusy here, Erin.ā
She shook her head at Jasonās gruff brush-off. Theyād grown up together, had known each other forever. āI need you to pick up the tuxes.ā
āWhat?ā
āThe tuxes, Jason.ā
āIām knee-deep in cow shit right now, Erin. You donāt mean now, do you?ā
āNo. I mean tomorrow.ā She heard mooing. āYou delivering babies?ā
āPregnancy checks.ā
āOh. Cool.ā Jason was a large animal vet, so he was always on the run. He was part of a practice in town, but he also worked the local ranches.
She was scrolling through her e-mails when she saw one from Owen. Huh. That was odd. Owen never e-mailed her. He either called or texted. She frowned and clicked on it.
āI thought Owen was doing the tux thing,ā Jason said.
āOwen is likely up to his elbows in hops or wheat or whatever it is that brewers do. Or heās making sure the brewery wonāt go up in flames without him when weāre on our honeymoon. You know how he is.ā
āFine. Iāll handle it. Anything else?ā
āYeah.ā She was trying to concentrate on Owenās e-mail and forgot she was on the phone with Jason.
āErin. Anything else?ā
Her blood went cold. Everything in her went cold, despite the warm May day.
She read the e-mail again. It was a breakup e-mail. Two days before the wedding, and Owen was breaking up with her.
āIn a freaking e-mail? Heās breaking up with me in an e-mail?ā
āWhoās breaking up with you?ā Jason asked. āOwen is?ā
She was getting married in two days. Correction. Apparently she was not getting married, because exactly two days before their wedding Owen had broken up with her. Via e-mail.
She felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. She leaned over and put her head between her legs.
āErin. Are you there?ā
āDid you know about this?ā she asked, trying not to faint or throw up.
āHell no, I didnāt know. Did he call you?ā
Erin straightened, the dizziness making her feel as if sheād just downed a bottle of Belliniās best prosecco in one gulp.
Two days. They were getting married in two days. This had to be a mistake. But as she looked at the e-mail again, the word āmistakeā was written in the same sentence as the words, āus getting married.ā
āAhhhhhhhhh!ā she screamed, long and loud, then yelled, āThat sonofabitch. I will kill him. He broke up with me in an e-mail, Jason.ā
āHe didnāt,ā Jason said. āAre you sure?ā
She straightened, shoving her laptop as if somehow that was the same thing as slapping Owen. āOh, he did. And Iām sure. I can read a damn e-mail, Jason. I gotta go.ā She ended the call and stared at her lists, tears pricking her eyes as the future sheād envisioned with Owen dissolved right in front of her.
All because of an e-mail. An e-mail! How could he be so cold?
āI will kill him. I. Will. Kill. Him.ā
She was breathing too fast and she knew it. She was going to hyperventilate if she didnāt calm down. She pushed herself out of her chair and forced herself to pace the floor of her office, centering her breathing, holding the tears back, resisting the urge to crumple on the floor and sob like a baby.
How could he do this to her? To them? They were perfect together.
Oh, no. She would not cry. Not over him.