Excerpt from Ally Decker’s Falling For The Best Man (Out now!)

Opposites attract… but are they really all that different?

Charlie Amis is having the time of his life. He’s at Camp Firefly Falls for his best friend’s wedding, but there’s also a week of easy, unfiltered fun beforehand. Improv after breakfast, Broadway trivia after lunch, show tunes at the campfire… What more could he want? Apparently, the answer is: Tall, Dark, and Handsome who makes a fish-out-of-water impression look sexy as hell.

Kevin Randall shouldn’t be surprised the camp turns into a theater geek heaven, not with so many actors around and the bride’s Broadway obsession. He’s definitely out of his depth, so he’s planning to hide in the cabin—or wherever the wi-fi connection actually works—but Charlie’s dimpled smile is enough to drag Kevin away from his laptop again and again.

Among the crazy wedding preparations and to the tune of Broadway’s greatest hits, the two men fall head-first into a kind of summer romance they could only dream of as kids. But as they become each other’s plus one for the wedding, can they also become something more?

This m/m romance can be read as a stand-alone and features no cliffhangers.

Private planes were not a part of Kevin Randall's everyday life.

Sure, he had been working for Foster, Young, and Urban for over five years now, but coming from the tech support in the Army to spending his days restoring the reputations of New York's not-so-finest had been an interesting adjustment. And for the most part, he’d steered clear from the glamour and blitz of it all. He was just the guy behind the monitor.

That was at work, though. No one expected anything fancy of him or tried to push something onto him there. But this, now, was something he couldn't—wouldn't—say no to. His good friend was getting married, and if Kevin had to get there by the private plane, then that was just how it was.

Even if it was completely bizarre, as far as he was concerned.

He'd known, obviously, that Greg, Sylvia's fiancé, was a world famous actor, and Kevin had heard enough stories to know the life of these two was nowhere near normal, but he was also usually completely removed from that.

Until now.

"It's just a plane," Nate told him when Kevin pointed it out as they were driving to the airport. Nate Urban was one of his bosses, a good friend, and Sylvia's brother. He was also the guy more used to the glamour life of rich and famous.

"It's a private plane your sister's future husband is paying for, to take about twenty people to a remote location for a week-long wedding party," Claire, Nate's fiancée, said dryly. "It's not 'just' anything."

Kevin nodded and patted the passenger seat where she was sitting. "Yes, exactly, thank you."

"It's better than having the place crawl with paparazzi." Nate shrugged. "I'm all for private planes if I don't have to worry about that."

"Leave your fixer pants at home," Claire told him. "You're there as the older brother, not a fixer."

"He'd be worse about the paparazzi as the older brother," Kevin pointed out right as they passed the sign to the private landing area.

Claire glanced at him in the rearview mirror and nodded. "There's that."

"Hey!" Nate protested, but it was a moot point. His over-protectiveness was only dulled these days because Sylvia spent most of the year away from New York City. It most certainly wasn't gone for good.

"May I remind you that you suggested scouting the area when you learned it's a remote place?" Kevin asked, but whatever else he was going to say was lost once he noticed the plane behind one of the hangars.

It was smaller than the commercial civilian planes, though still bigger than he had expected. Definitely bigger than the planes he remembered from the Army days.

"Private planes have to factor in the space for egos, huh?" Claire muttered, and Kevin smirked. That would explain it.

They got out of the car, went through the private check point, and then they were pointed to the empty waiting area at the back end of the hangar.

Kevin checked the time and grimaced. "How the hell are we the first ones here?" Half an hour before the take off was cutting it really close, even for a private flight.

"I guess our plane just got delayed." Claire sat on one of the small seats, stretching her legs in front of her.

Nate sat down as well, draping his arm over the back of her seat, but before he could say anything, loud honking made them all turn to the entrance. Through the large, open door they could see a bus parking right at front. A second later, people started pouring out of it, led by Sylvia and Greg. They were a loud bunch, laughing and hip-checking each other, and some of them looked like they had already had a drink or two.

"Seems like the party has started." Kevin turned to Nate and Claire. "We should've hitched a ride on that bus."

Claire snorted and shook her head while Nate ignored him completely, eyes focused on Sylvia. When Kevin followed his gaze, he saw the future bride waving at them with a big grin on her face, showing the family resemblance that was usually hard to spot.

Kevin gave her a small wave before moving on to scan the rest of the crowd. He'd known they were going to fly out with Greg's old Broadway crew, as well as a couple of friends both Greg and Sylvia had made in the theatre world in the last couple of years. As Kevin looked around, he recognized quite a few faces. Some of them he’d seen on the posters around the city, and some he remembered from when he'd been dragged by Sylvia to see Illuminations, Greg’s Broadway debut.

One person especially caught Kevin's attention. The man's hair was longer now and he looked softer without stage makeup on, but Kevin remembered those eyes—dark, almost black, and all-seeing. Soft, once the curtain had fallen down and he'd stopped performing.

Charlie Amis.

Kevin hadn't been to any Broadway show since Illuminations, but the name had stuck in his head.

And now Charlie was here, less than a hundred feet away, while Kevin continued to stare.

He made himself turn to Nate and Claire again, noting in relief that they were too busy watching the newly arrived group to notice what he'd been doing. Good. He wouldn't be able to get them off his back if they got a whiff of his interest, if it could even be called that. Yes, he noticed the guy, but it wasn't like he was going to do anything about it.

He didn't realize he glanced in that direction again until he caught the warm gaze from across the space between them. Charlie tilted his head a bit to the side and stared at Kevin for what seemed like a really long time, until the redhead by his side threw her arm around his shoulders, drawing his attention away.

Kevin curled his fingers around the straps of his backpack as he turned the other way. For better or worse, the wedding trip just got a hell lot more interesting.

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