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The cynical divorce lawyer and the hearts-and-flowers wedding planner could be the perfect match . . .

If you ever get married, remember my name: Max Henderson. In my line of work, you acquire a certain perspective on supposedly everlasting unions. . . .

1. Pre-nups are your friend.
2. The person you married is not the person you're divorcing.
3. And I hope you didn't spend much on the wedding because that was one helluva waste of hard-earned cash, wasn't it?

But some guys are willing to take a chance. Like my brother, who thinks he's going to ride off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams in a haze of glitter on unicorns. And the wedding planner—the green-eyed beauty who makes a living convincing suckers to shell out thousands of dollars on centerpieces—is raking it in on this matrimonial monstrosity.

The thing is, Charlie Love is not unlike me. We're both cogs in the wedding-industrial complex. As the best man, I know her game—and I can play it better than her. But after one scorching, unexpected kiss, I'm thinking I might just want to get played.