Michael Dickinson was delighted to be the best man at a friend's wedding-But there was one complication. Why did Tris Donlin have to be a bridesmaid? He had wanted her for longer than he could cared to remember, but to her, he was just good old Michael-college pal, confidant, best buddy. . . Would a few days of wedding hysteria give him enough time to make Tris see what he had always known. . . That he really was the best man-for her?