The Extra Shot: An EXCLUSIVE excerpt from The Wedding Date Disaster by USA Today and WSJ Bestselling Author Avery Flynn

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Today you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from The Wedding Date Disaster by USA Today Bestselling Author Avery Flynn to jump start your week! This book releases tomorrow, August, 25th so one-click your copy now and get ready for more shenanigans and lots of fun.  

 

Will should have agreed to driving back to the ranch tonight.

Then he wouldn’t be wearing a ridiculously small T-shirt, holding Hadley in his arms, and swaying to “Lay, Lady, Lay” by Bob Dylan in the middle of a geriatric dance party. Her arms rested on his shoulders, her fingers twined loosely behind his neck, while his fingertips lay lightly on the small of her back.

Feeling her move against him as Dylan sang made it hard to remember why he was here in the first place. Other dancers around them chatted and smiled while they glided around the floor. Not them. They were like those big statues on Easter Island, silent and unsmiling.

It wasn’t suspicious at all.

He dipped his head down, bringing his mouth close to her ear. “If you don’t at least pretend to be having fun, everyone is going to know that this whole thing is fake.”

“Oh really?” She tensed in his arms. “I hadn’t considered that at all.”

“So what are you going to do about it?” he asked as he spun them through the crowded dance floor.

Hadley lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “Develop a headache that means I have to go to bed.”

The mention of the word “bed” filled his brain with enough bad ideas to make him miss the beat. She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised in question, and the futility of the situation hit him hard. Despite it all, he wanted Hadley. Why? Because he was the king of fucking bad ideas at the moment.

“Oh yeah,” he said, laying on the sarcasm thick. “That won’t be weird at all.”

“Why are you like this?” She let out a huff of frustration. “From the day Web introduced us, you’ve either ignored me or insulted me. And don’t throw that gold-digger ridiculousness at me again. We both know that’s not really it.”

The only answer he had to that was too close to the truth to be comfortable, which was exactly why he kept his mouth shut. It didn’t help, though, because with each inhale, he got the scent of the daisies in her hair and a hint of something sharper, much like the woman herself—delicate on the outside with an inner mettle that everyone else seemed to overlook.

But not him. He’d noticed it from the beginning, as obvious as a flash in the dark.

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