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She nods, looking torn.

“Unless there’s a reason you’d rather stay here…” I hint.

She gives me a look. “I know what you’re getting at, but there’s nothing going on between Max and me.”

“That’s not what it looked like on Friday.”

“He’s giving me mixed signals. One minute, I think he’s into me, and the next…” She shrugs.

At least she’s not denying it anymore.

“Maybe you need to be brave and let him know you like him. He’s kind of a chicken—he’s probably scared you’re going to reject him.”

“I’ve seen him with plenty of girls. He’s lots of things, but hesitant isn’t one of them.”

“Yeah, but has he ever liked any of those girls?”

“We don’t know that he likes me either.”

I do know Max likes her, but it’s not my place to say anything—which is frustrating, especially when I know she likes him, too.

But they’re just going to have to figure it out themselves.

Cassian appears outside my bedroom door and knocks on the doorframe.

“Hey,” I say. “What’s up?”

“We have a property to look at. It wasn’t an option before, but Hunter’s buyer just backed out.”

“Um, Cassian.” I give my suitcase a pointed look. “We’re supposed to leave for the airport soon.”

“Take your luggage with you. It will be a quick detour.”

I don’t fly much, but I do know the lines at the Denver airport are notoriously long and slow. If we’re late, there’s a good chance we’ll miss our flight.

“Can’t it wait until we get back?”

“Hunter has several more interested parties. If we don’t act quickly, we might lose it.”

“That sounds like something a sleazy real estate guy would say.”

Cassian smiles. “Humor me. I think you’re going to like this one.”

I turn to Olivia. “I guess I’m going.”

She gives me a tight hug. “Have so much fun, okay?”

“I’ll have as much fun as a vampire girl stuck in a hotel room can have.”

“It’ll be hot during the day,” she reminds me. “Best to venture out after dark anyway.”

“Sure.”

I follow Cassian to the waiting vehicle. It’s a black car that’s just as fancy as the Lamborghini, but in a different way.

And there’s a driver.

“Uh, what’s up with this?” I whisper, pausing on the front step because the evening sun is all bright and golden.