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‚Äôre divorcing. 3. And I hope you didn‚Äôt spend much on the wedding because that was one helluva waste of hard-earned cash, wasn‚Äôt it? But some guys are willing to take a chance‚Äîlike my brother, who thinks he‚Äôs going to ride off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams in a haze of glitter on unicorns. And the wedding planner‚Äîthe green-eyed beauty who makes a living convincing suckers to shell out thousands of dollars on centerpieces‚Äîis raking it in on this matrimonial monstrosity. The thing is, Charlie Love is not unlike me. We‚Äôre both cogs in the wedding-industrial complex. As the best man, I know her game‚Äîand I can play it better than her. But after one scorching, unexpected kiss, I‚Äôm thinking I might just want to get played.