Read Online Maybe Never by Nia Forrester - Free Book Online

want is to have this done before we go to Charlotte, Brendan, and you’re not helping .”
    “Who cares if we do it before we get to Charlotte?” he mumbled. “Do it when you get back . . .”
    Tracy made an impatient noise and got up from the bed with the laptop, striding out of the room in a huff. “You have no idea how difficult this is! Weddings don’t just happen, Brendan! Someone has to plan them.”
    In spite of his emerging headache and the fact that she was annoying the shit out of him, Brendan couldn’t help it that his eyes were drawn to her retreating ass in all its honey-toned perfection, barely-covered by thin white cotton panties.
    Usually, Tracy only wore cotton underwear when she had her period, but there would be no more periods for the duration, so Brendan concluded she just hadn’t given a damn what she put on this morning, which made sense since the only thing she seemed to give a damn about these days was planning the wedding.
    Within a week after she dropped the news on him about being pregnant, he’d gone out and bought her a ring. Riley had gone with him to Cartier on Fifth Avenue where together they’d chosen something that they knew would knock her socks off. The cost had literally given him a stomachache for the remainder of the day but the look on Tracy’s face told him he’d definitely been forgiven for his faux pas when reacting to the pregnancy news. And hell, what was all his financial success for, if not to spend it on the big moments in life like this one?
    The proposal itself was in the most unconventional of ways, in the most unconventional of places. He was giving her head in the shower. Brendan had put the ring on his pinky before they got in and when he fell to his knees in front of her, knew that Tracy would put her hands on his head.
    Just before she reached her moment, Brendan had grabbed her hand—the wrong one as it turned out, because who could concentrate on stuff like that when they were giving head—and slid the ring onto her index finger. Tracy’s moans had halted for a moment and then she’d screamed; Brendan still didn’t know whether it was the ring or his lingual expertise that had brought her to that pitch.
    She’d been on cloud nine for about a half a day, and then she took a sharp turn into bridezilla territory and had remained there ever since. Brendan mostly just tried to steer clear of her altogether but occasionally she would track him down in the apartment and present him with some decision, like two pale fabrics that to his untrained eye looked practically identical and demand that he choose one. At moment like that he could practically hear the wheels in his brain grind to a halt, and then of course the one he picked was never the right one and she got frustrated with him.
    Today Tracy was especially high-strung because the next morning they were flying to North Carolina to visit his parents. And there was no getting away from her either because when he’d suggested earlier that he might head over to Shawn’s to listen to some new music she’d given him a look that made it clear that if he wanted any peace in his life over the next several days, he should keep his ass at home. And so he did, even though his main purpose seemed to be offering opinions on things he knew nothing about.
    Part of the reason he wanted to hang out with Shawn was that his friend was generally a man of few words, and Brendan needed the space and time to think. Over the past couple of weeks, Janice had been calling. At first it seemed harmless enough. She had once meant a great deal to him and that afternoon in her apartment had probably made her think he was . . . available in some way. Or shortly about to be.
    Wanting to stave off that impression, a couple evenings ago, Brendan had, on an impulse, accepted her invitation to stop by a cocktail reception she was going to at the Gansevoort. The plan was to tell her right then about his engagement. But when Janice met him