My Own Best Enemy

This isn't a wedding. This is war ...



I get it. We were in elementary school. Just a couple of kids on the playground. But after Nash Hendrix called me Enemy instead of Emily, his stupid nickname ruined my life.



Now our best friends are getting married, and they expect me to stand across the aisle from Nash the Ruiner without killing him?



Whatever. I can survive that.



It's only for one weekend.



Until it's not.



When I get roped into wedding planning at all the same places Nash is fundraising, I'm ready to blow up our truce.



But the more time we spend together, the more I feel like ... not murdering him.



Is it possible Nash and I don't hate each other?



No way. He's still my enemy.



My big, dumb enemy. My big, dumb, gorgeous, sweet-smelling, smooth-talking -



Emi, you're doomed.