Prologue
The sun poured through the stained glass windows in the charming, tiny church outside Kilmore Quay, Ireland. The colors gave the room a magical glow, as though magical leprechauns might appear at any moment.
Rather than awaiting leprechauns, Jasmine Wright stood at the altar waiting for her friend Kenzi Packard to marry her first love, rock star Chaz Marino. Wondering what the delay was, Jasmine glanced at the best man, Joey Hughes, who stood on the opposite side of the red-haired minister.
As usual, Joey had his cell phone out and tapped busily on the screen.
“Can’t you put that thing down for even a minute?” Her voice echoed in the empty chapel.
Joey didn’t even look up from his typing. “I’ll put it away when Chaz and Kenzi walk up the aisle.”
Of all the members of Chaz’s band, Marino, Joey alone thrived on irritating Jasmine nerves. He was all business 24/7. Always on his phone planning schedules, staying on top of their manager and their accountant. She realized Joey was Chaz’s best friend, but she would have preferred the drummer, Travis, had been the one who traveled to Ireland with them for the wedding.
Travis was so shy, though, he wouldn’t give her much conversation. Joey talked with her once in a while, even if he didn’t look at her while doing so.
To be honest, Joey could be carved from the same stone as she was. Well, in her case it was a diamond and his was still coal, but they were both planners, detail oriented, and up to date on everything going on in the world. That was probably the reason they clashed so often, too. Neither wanted to give up control.
The longer she watched him ignore her, the more she noticed how much hotter he was than Travis. Joey had style, a signature look with his close-cropped black hair, that fedora he never went without, and his preference for tank tops that showed off his biceps and tats. Seeing him without the hat, and wearing a white button-down shirt, gray sports coat, and jeans, Jasmine remembered that up until she met the band in person, he’d been the one she had crushed on.
Damn, why couldn’t he be better company?
Or why couldn’t Travis be here instead?
They’d spent a week in Ireland with Chaz and Kenzi, hiding from the paparazzi in a bed and breakfast inn, and occasionally venturing out to see some of the landmarks. Privacy and relaxation were what the guys were looking for after finishing up a world tour. Jasmine would have preferred a non-stop road trip to see the entire island. But this trip wasn’t about her. This was Kenzi’s dream wedding.
Hearing footsteps near the entry, Jasmine saw Chaz and Kenzi enter, arm-in-arm. She gasped at the beauty of her friend. She’d helped Kenzi dress in her ivory silk and lace gown, and had added the baby’s breath flowers to the low bun with loose tendrils, but standing beside Chaz brought such joy to Kenzi’s features, she was truly a breathtaking bride.
Suddenly remembering Joey’s promise to pocket his phone, she glanced at him. He held out his empty hands and he raised his right brow in a blatant I told you so look. She smirked back at him and watched the bride and groom walk up the aisle.
As Jasmine slipped into daydream mode, the minister’s words went fuzzy. A year ago, Jasmine hadn’t even known Kenzi knew Chaz Marino. Chaz-freakin’-Marino ! The way Kenzi and Chaz reunited wasn’t quite a romantic scene from a movie—at least it didn’t start like that—but they’d been together ever since.
When would Jasmine’s turn come?
She realized Kenzi and Chaz were kissing, so the ceremony must have been over. Jasmine hugged each of them, then automatically turn to hug Joey, too. He opened his arms to her, but the move was awkward. Almost like hugging a stranger. She turned back to the beautiful couple. “You look so perfect together. I hope you’re always this happy.”
Not to be outdone, Joey added, “Let the good times outweigh the bad.”
“Let’s go
The sun poured through the stained glass windows in the charming, tiny church outside Kilmore Quay, Ireland. The colors gave the room a magical glow, as though magical leprechauns might appear at any moment.
Rather than awaiting leprechauns, Jasmine Wright stood at the altar waiting for her friend Kenzi Packard to marry her first love, rock star Chaz Marino. Wondering what the delay was, Jasmine glanced at the best man, Joey Hughes, who stood on the opposite side of the red-haired minister.
As usual, Joey had his cell phone out and tapped busily on the screen.
“Can’t you put that thing down for even a minute?” Her voice echoed in the empty chapel.
Joey didn’t even look up from his typing. “I’ll put it away when Chaz and Kenzi walk up the aisle.”
Of all the members of Chaz’s band, Marino, Joey alone thrived on irritating Jasmine nerves. He was all business 24/7. Always on his phone planning schedules, staying on top of their manager and their accountant. She realized Joey was Chaz’s best friend, but she would have preferred the drummer, Travis, had been the one who traveled to Ireland with them for the wedding.
Travis was so shy, though, he wouldn’t give her much conversation. Joey talked with her once in a while, even if he didn’t look at her while doing so.
To be honest, Joey could be carved from the same stone as she was. Well, in her case it was a diamond and his was still coal, but they were both planners, detail oriented, and up to date on everything going on in the world. That was probably the reason they clashed so often, too. Neither wanted to give up control.
The longer she watched him ignore her, the more she noticed how much hotter he was than Travis. Joey had style, a signature look with his close-cropped black hair, that fedora he never went without, and his preference for tank tops that showed off his biceps and tats. Seeing him without the hat, and wearing a white button-down shirt, gray sports coat, and jeans, Jasmine remembered that up until she met the band in person, he’d been the one she had crushed on.
Damn, why couldn’t he be better company?
Or why couldn’t Travis be here instead?
They’d spent a week in Ireland with Chaz and Kenzi, hiding from the paparazzi in a bed and breakfast inn, and occasionally venturing out to see some of the landmarks. Privacy and relaxation were what the guys were looking for after finishing up a world tour. Jasmine would have preferred a non-stop road trip to see the entire island. But this trip wasn’t about her. This was Kenzi’s dream wedding.
Hearing footsteps near the entry, Jasmine saw Chaz and Kenzi enter, arm-in-arm. She gasped at the beauty of her friend. She’d helped Kenzi dress in her ivory silk and lace gown, and had added the baby’s breath flowers to the low bun with loose tendrils, but standing beside Chaz brought such joy to Kenzi’s features, she was truly a breathtaking bride.
Suddenly remembering Joey’s promise to pocket his phone, she glanced at him. He held out his empty hands and he raised his right brow in a blatant I told you so look. She smirked back at him and watched the bride and groom walk up the aisle.
As Jasmine slipped into daydream mode, the minister’s words went fuzzy. A year ago, Jasmine hadn’t even known Kenzi knew Chaz Marino. Chaz-freakin’-Marino ! The way Kenzi and Chaz reunited wasn’t quite a romantic scene from a movie—at least it didn’t start like that—but they’d been together ever since.
When would Jasmine’s turn come?
She realized Kenzi and Chaz were kissing, so the ceremony must have been over. Jasmine hugged each of them, then automatically turn to hug Joey, too. He opened his arms to her, but the move was awkward. Almost like hugging a stranger. She turned back to the beautiful couple. “You look so perfect together. I hope you’re always this happy.”
Not to be outdone, Joey added, “Let the good times outweigh the bad.”
“Let’s go
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