Chapter 14

“Congratulations.” Wes grinned and tilted his head, peering questioningly at Greg. He opened his mouth like he had more to say, but Greg continued.

“And…”

I stepped back and raised my brow. “And?”

“And I’d very much like you to be my best man.”

My jaw dropped, and I stood staring at him with wide eyes. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He snorted a short laugh. “You’re my brother.”

I closed my mouth and stilled. Greg wanted me to be the best man at his wedding? My cheerful, outgoing brother, who I knew damned well had a whole posse of friends, was bestowing that honor on me? And I couldn’t even work up the nerve to be honest with him. And why the hell not? I had no reason to think Greg wouldn’t accept me. He was college educated, at an age that tended toward acceptance, and my concerns regarding my father were not rooted in religion. My family wasn’t religious, so my brother wouldn’t be fighting any mental battles predisposing him against acceptance of LGBT people.