My best friend's about to get married, and I'm in love with his future wife. Believe me, I'd do anything to change it, but Ruby Quinn has been my dream girl since high school, and my stubborn heart refuses to let go. It gets worse. I'm pretty sure Ruby hates me, and I don't blame her. When she wouldn't give me the time of day back in school, I started teasing her to get her attention. Stuff like making her drop her books everywhere or slipping condoms into her cart while she was shopping with her mom. Yep, I was a real prize. But I was also a lovesick teenager, and I've honestly changed now-minus the lovesick part. When Ruby got together with my best friend Blake, I was so cut up that I took off after graduation to enroll in flight school. It hurt so bad that I didn't set foot back in town-not even once. Until now, eight years later. Because Ruby and Blake are finally tying the knot. And I'm the best man. In one week, I'm marrying my high school sweetheart. Unfortunately, Blake's best man happens to be a guy who used to pick on me back in high school. A guy who left our small town of Still Springs right after we graduated and never came back. Like he was too good for this place, and us. A guy named Flynn Hudson. After all these years, Flynn has returned, and I'd love to say he's still the same cocky jerk I remember, but he's different. Grown up. Showing me sides of him I never dreamed existed. (Okay, maybe I had dreamed them, but only when I'd had one too many glasses of chardonnay.) It shouldn't matter to me now. But it does. Because being around Flynn makes me second-guess every choice I've made. Am I getting married because I want to or because that's what's expected? Is this all a big mistake? Is Blake really the best man for me?