Give it a Whirl

Give it a Whirl A Friends to Lovers Romance Kayt Miller This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used facetiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Kayt Miller Editor: Hot Tree Editing Proofreading by: Hot Tree Editing Formatted by: Kayt Miller Cover Design: Linda Dainty All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the author @ [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights. Created with Vellum Contents Also by Kayt Miller Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Epilogue Sneak Peek: He Said, She-Shed Also by Kayt Miller Acknowledgments About the Author I dedicate this book to my biggest cheerleader. My mom. There’s a line in a song by Bonnie Raitt called “Nick of Time” that always makes me both sad and reflective. I see my folks are getting on and I watch their bodies change I know they see the same in me and it makes us both feel strange No matter how you tell yourself, it's what we all go through Those lines are pretty hard to take when they're starin' back at you Scared to run out of time. Raitt says it all in that last line. I’m scared to run out of time with her. So scared. Also by Kayt Miller For more information: www.kaytmiller.com Stand-Alones Give it a Whirl It’s Like Riding a Bike He Said, She-Shed (Kindle Vella) Dream Man (Evernight Publishing) Happy Accident Lucy Locket Finn: An Opposites Attract Romance Chase: An Opposites Attract Romance DadBod: A Sexy-Single Dad Romance Sexy Savior: A Cocky Hero Novel The Holidate FarmBoy Game Changer One of a Kind The Portrait Painter Hopeful Romantic Thanks to Margie Dill The Virginia Chronicles Series: Pick-up Lines Cranky Pants: Pick-up Lines Book 1 Lucky Charmer: Pick-up Lines Book 2 Double Dog Dare: Pick-up Lines Book 3 Series: Bedhead Bedhead (Book 1) Redhead (Book 2) Deadhead (Book 3) Wedhead (Book 4) Series: The Flynns Out of the Blue: The Flynns Book One Mick’sology: The Flynns Book Two Vested Interest: The Flynns Book Three The Importance of Being Ernie: The Flynns Book Four The Importance of Being Kennedy’s: The Flynns Book Five Quirky Girl: The Flynns Book Six The Art of the Game Series: The Palmer Sisters Lainie: The Palmer Sisters Book 1 Agatha: The Palmer Sisters Book 2 Sadie: The Palmer Sisters Book 3 Cortland: The Palmer Sisters Book 4 Keely: The Palmer Sisters Book 5 Violet: The Palmer Sisters Book 6 Molly: The Palmer Sisters Book 7 Box Sets: The Palmer Sisters The Palmer Sisters Box Set 1 (eBooks 1-4) The Palmer Sisters Box Set 2 (eBooks 5-7) Chapter One Matilda “You have got to be shitting me.” I glance to my left at the source of that comment. I don’t know him, but I suppose I’ll figure out who he is before the end of all this. “Dearly beloved friends and family, we’re gathered here today….” I miss the rest of the statement coming from the soon-to-be groom, Anthony Marchesani, because the guy next to me, is talking again. This time he says, sort of quietly but not that quietly, “We’re gathered here to be humiliated by that asshole and his bride-to-be.” His comment is funny, and my laugh comes out as a snort. I swat his upper arm with the back of my hand, you know, like you do when you want the person next to you to know you’re with them. He must not appreciate my bit of camaraderie, because I get a glare instead of smile or even a nudge back. My goodness, the man has the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Even squinty and steely, his peepers are pretty. Not knowing what else to do, I shrug. I’m not what you’d call super good with people, especially those of the male variety. And this one, phew, this one is no ordinary specimen. If I told you he was good-looking, it wouldn’t be enough. Handsome, check. Striking, oh yeah. The best-looking person in the room? Hands down. Let me see if I can give you a better description of this man… I tap my chin, giving this serious consideration. I’ve got it. I raise my finger as it occurs to me he’s sort of a cross between Cary Grant from the movie A Touch of Mink and Paul Newman from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Yeah, that’s right, people. He’s that good-looking with his dark hair and olive skin. He’s clean-shaven, which is a departure from the rest of the men here. Beards are in, apparently. I, myself, love that clean-cut look, like those men in classic movies. His hair is even like theirs, cut short on the sides and a bit longer on top. I’m guessing I’m not the only one who thinks he’s attractive because almost every woman in the room, and a couple of the men, have had at least one eye on him the entire time we’ve been here. Case in point, Chrissie, the maid of honor, tried to get me out of the way by asking me, the personal attendant of this affair,