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more tied to his bachelorhood. He had a week to talk his best friend out of this crazy delusional state. Or at least slow him down. What was the hurry anyway? Jackson and Angie hadn’t even been together a year.
    He stepped on the escalator down to the baggage claim area. From here he could see Ford holding a cardboard sign that read: M R . N UDE A MERICA C ONTESTANTS .
    And Jackson stood next to him with a fake movie poster with Noah’s face photoshopped onto some guy’s body, running from three women through a city street. One holding a gun, one with a wedding ring, and one carrying a baby. The movie: The Bachelor.
    “Funny.” Noah gave them a chin nod. Just like old times. There was hope. He stepped off the escalator and walked over to his friends. “How’ve y’all been?” Noah and Ford shook hands, and then Noah turned to Jackson. “I know how you’ve been. Brainwashed. What the hell?”
    Jackson grasped Noah’s hand and slapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. Not half bad having someone to cook, clean, and tell you you’re the best thing breathing every day.”
    “You drank the Kool-Aid?” Noah fixed his gaze on Jackson. “You have time to come to your senses, ya know.”
    “Shut the hell up, man.” Jackson laughed. “Thanks for being my best man.”
    “Yeah, what was that all about? How did he get to be the best man?” Ford hitched his duffle bag up onto his shoulder.
    “I picked Noah as the best man because I wasn’t sure if you’d even be able to make it all the way from Alaska. Besides, I figured it might be Noah’s only chance to get that close to actually doing the deed.”
    “You’ve got a point,” Noah said. “Can’t argue with you there. But it also better mean I get to escort the hottest lady down the aisle. That is the only reason I’m here.”
    Jackson shook his head. “Why would I waste her on you? Not like you’d make an honest woman out of her.”
    “No. But she just might thank me for trying.”
    Ford elbowed Noah. “Don’t be so sure.”
    “Whatever. One of these days you’ll find the right woman, Noah, and all that smack-talking is going to have been a waste.” Jackson said.
    “One thing that won’t be a waste is the extra days we came in to help you get settled. Or to talk some sense into you,” Noah said.
    “Don’t waste your breath on that,” Jackson said. “I’m marrying Angie, and there’s nothing that would change my mind. As far as I’m concerned, I’m damn lucky to be marrying her. And her son, Billy, is the coolest kid you’ve ever met.”
    Noah’s heart wrenched just a little too tight. Jackson really did seem happy. Not exactly what he’d expected to see and hear two minutes into the trip. He’d figured it would take Jackson all week to bring the hard sell. “You really are happy. I can see it in your face.” Noah extended his hand. “Put her there, man. I’m happy for you.”
    Jackson relaxed into a grin, and his stride took on a more confident casual pace as they headed for the baggage claim.
    “So where is this Podunk town where you found a girl who’s so danged special she’s got you jumping through hoops?”
    “She’s not just any girl, she’s perfect. Damn near a goddess.”
    “You’re a lost cause.” Noah groaned. “Let’s get the hell out of here before her father Zeus strikes us with lightning or something.”
    “Let’s get.” Jackson led the way outside and across to the parking garage to his four-door GMC pickup truck. Jackson tossed his bag and Ford’s luggage into the back seat and then climbed behind the wheel.
    “Nice truck,” Noah said.
    “That’s a compliment coming from you.” Jackson navigated the parking garage and headed for the interstate. “What’s your latest project car? I saw the ’42 Ford coupe. That car was sweet. Angie found a YouTube video of it and showed it to me just last week.”
    “We’ve done six or more cars since that one.” It surprised Noah