Her Best Men

“Then this cruise isn’t gonna be about starting new,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“This cruise is gonna be about reclaiming what’s rightfully yours. Chanel, we’re getting your confidence back. Plus, who knows, you might get bid on by some super-hot rich motherfucker who will rock your world.”

“Whatever,” I said.

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; “You can ‘whatever’ me all the way to my car.”

“I thought we were taking mine?”

“Girl, I know you better than that. I saw that backpack in the back seat of your car. I know what’s in there. We’re taking mine. You aren’t sneaking those ratty clothes onto that damn cruise.”

“I’m not wearing heels and skirts the entire time,” I said.

“Don’t worry. You’ve got flip flops in there, and I packed you a few surprises while you were buried in your thoughts. You’ll like them, trust me. Now come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Chapter 2

Rhett

Fuck. Am I really do this?

“You ready for a fucking good time, bro?” Tommy asked.

Tom waved for the bartender to order another round of drinks for us.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I said.

“Come on. You know it’s gonna be awesome. Think about all the hot chicks we went to school with. You know how hot they’re all gonna be now?” he asked.

“Or they could all be moms that let themselves go and have four kids and drink like fish just to feel young again,” I said.

“Oh, yeah. Life of the party over here. You mean to tell me we’re about to take a week-long cruise in the Caribbean, and you’re not the least bit excited?”

I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned back in my chair.

“Rhett. Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that girl you wasted the best years of your life on,” Tommy said.

“It doesn’t matter. She probably doesn’t even remember me anyway,” I said.

“You know who I’m hung up on? That girl’s best friend. What was her name?”

“Ana?” I asked.

“Was that her name? What’s-her-face’s friend?”

“Really? You don’t remember any of their names?” I asked.

“I’m shocked you do. With all the pussy you slayed as a SEAL, I’m surprised you’re letting this chick piss on your good time.”

“Her name was Chanel, and her friend’s name was Ana.”

“Fuck. That chick had some curves in high school. You think she’s still got them now?” he asked.

“Chanel or Ana?” I asked.