Harley looks up in time to see me standing there, gaping at him like a creeper, and a knowing smirk pulls at his lips as I shake my head free of the crazy thoughts running through it. “Oh, hey, babe,” he says, smoothing his hair back from his face, his eyes raking up and down my form. “Like what you see?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head at him. “What the hell are you playing at, Harley?”

“What?” He shrugs, offering a look of innocence, despite that same smug smirk playing on his lips.

“What’s this all about?” I wave a hand in the air to indicate the party currently going on outside.

He shrugs again. “Nothing. I just thought I’d throw my best friend a barbecue to celebrate his impending nuptials,” he says with a knowing grin. A real shit-eating grin—dimples and all—one I desperately want to slap straight off his stupid face.

“You knew Nash and I were planning to hang out together today.” I point an accusatory finger at him. “And then suddenly you throw an impromptu barbecue?” I scoff, folding my arms across my chest while glowering at him.

Harley just stares at me, that same infuriating smile ghosting over his lips as he looks me up and down.

“And, besides, I thought you were gonna tell him everything? You sure did threaten me last night,” I add, tapping my foot impatiently. “Well?”

“I thought about it.” He stops, and glances up at the exposed beams overhead as if considering the idea. “But then I realized this might be more fun.”

I shake my head, confused by his words.

“You know,” he begins, going back to stacking the cases of beer from the bed of his truck. “Anna has some pretty hot bridesmaids.” I blink at him, a crease pulling between my eyebrows. “A single guy like me, a couple cute bridesmaids …” He trails off, quirking one of his eyebrows. “You don’t think maybe I would have liked to take advantage of my single status this week?”

“Ugh!” I cringe, scrunching up my nose at him. “You’re a pig and a half, Harley Shaw!”

“No,” he interjects. “I’m a single guy who would’ve liked to have a little fun. But now, I’m stuck pretending to be with a woman I, quite frankly, can’t even stand right now.”

If I cared about a thing he said, his words would have hurt. But I don’t, so they didn’t.

“Oh my God, Harley!” I clutch my hands at my chest in mock shock. “I’m so sorry I got in the way of you man-whoring your ass through a group of conceited Park Avenue princesses all week long! How inconsiderate of me.” I offer a smug smile of my own. “You can thank me now for not contracting some disgusting STD.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Why must you sabotage everything?” I murmur with a huff.

“You’re the one planning on breaking up a damn wedding!” He balks, a look of exasperation in his wide eyes. I narrow my eyes at him, considering my own words. But when I open my mouth to speak, he beats me to it. “He’s my best friend, and he’s finally happy!”