Excerpt: The Shifter's Best Friend at the Beach Wedding
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Marla said. “I feel bad always asking you to be my chauffeur.” Devon, ever the gentleman, held the door open on the passenger side of his SUV. “It’s no problem,” he said, as he always did when she apologized for their once-a-month ritual. “I know you don’t like to drive that far, and I don’t mind.” Marla paused as she was about to climb into the car. She placed her hand on his arm. “You’re a good friend, Devon.” * * * You’re a good friend . That stung. Good friend. Yeah. They had been friends a long time. And friends was all they would ever be. No matter how much he wanted more. Devon knew he shouldn’t resent being Friend-zoned. If anything, he was the one to blame. Early on in their relationship, he was certain there had been a time when they were both aware of the chemistry. Marla was shy, but her eyes and her smile and invited him to take things to the next level. Or maybe she never felt that way about him, and he had only projected...