My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding by Erin Nicholas

Until he found her or the clock struck midnight and officially ended Mardi Gras. Because all of these drunk-off-their-asses revelers were between him and the woman who had occupied his thoughts for nearly twelve full months.īut of course he was going to keep making this trek all night. Mardi Gras was his favorite time of the year. He loved New Orleans and seeing new people come and experience the city.

He joined right into all of this usually. He was sure the crowd wasn’t any bigger this year than any other, but he’d never noticed, really. He knew better than to try to walk up the entire length of the most popular street in the city, but there was a point where he had no choice but to join the insane mass of revelers. He emerged from the crowd on Dumaine onto Bourbon. Leaving a bar, any bar, in New Orleans short staffed on Mardi Gras was a dick move. Thank God his bosses were good friends of his and gave him a lot of slack. and he’d taken a twenty-minute break every two hours to walk this path-okay, scratch and crawl his way along this path-to get to Bourbon O’s to see if she was there.

He was bartending at Trahan’s until one a.m. This was his fourth trip down Bourbon on this particular mission and it would be his last, dammit.

Well, they were if they were both still interested. The one who was supposed to be here tonight at the same spot where they’d met last year. The one who he hadn’t even slept with and yet couldn’t stop thinking about. They were convinced he had a brain tumor.īut that was all about to end. Jesus, they weren’t supposed to wind up to throw the things. What the fuck? He looked up at the balcony where a group of drunk frat boys were throwing beads down to the street. But as he handed yet another woman a strand of beads, Josh was already pushing past her.Ī nearly identical strand of plastic beads smacked him in the face a moment later. Okay, that wasn't one hundred percent true. It was Mardi Gras on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Models: Daniel Smith and Hannah Fitzpatrick

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My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding by Erin Nicholas