Page 20 of The Temptation of Truth

“I like dim lighting,” I say, and I can’t help the smirk that curves my lips. “Better to hide my poor decisions.” She laughs again, cheeks flushing, and I wink. “I’ll tell Ham to reroute the bellhops when they deliver our things.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“See you later.”

I take one last glance at her, then let myself out, releasing a slow breath the moment the door shuts behind me.

I was right.

Aurora woulddefinitelybe fun to flirt with, and it’s reminded me that I once had something in common with Ezra Hawke. I used to be a shameless flirt, too, and my brief interaction with Ham’s niece has already lit a familiar spark of excitement in my chest. A spark I haven’t felt in a long time.

I roll my shoulders and make it all the way to my new room before I realize I never swapped keycards with her. I look down the hall, but instead of heading back to her room to get it, I walk to Sav’s.

I’ll get another keycard from Ham later. Right now, I’m feeling a little off-balance, and the distraction of my best friend’s chaos is just what I need to set me right.

“Wait. I thought we were doing a destination wedding.”

I wrestle the slobbery rope toy out of Ziggy’s mouth and toss it across the room.

“I can’t keep up. First, it was a small beach wedding in North Carolina. Then it was destination in the Scottish Highlands. But now you’re thinking of doing it in LA?”

Sav groans and drops her head to the couch just as Zigs bangs into my leg with the rope toy clamped between her jaws. I swear, this dog never knows if she wants to play fetch or tug-of-war, so I grab the driest part of the rope and pull.

“I know. I know. But we can’t decide. North Carolina would be nice because Mom’s there, and we could use the beach house, but”—she grimaces—"sand.”

I laugh and nod. Sav hates the beach, so as soon as she suggested a beach wedding, I knew it wouldn’t stick.

“And the Scottish Highlands are gorgeous, but I don’t know if I want to coordinate a destination wedding. It would be a pain in the ass.”

I shrug and toss the rope across the room again. “It’s not like you’d have to do the planning, though. You can hire someone.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“What do you think?” I turn to look at Levi. “You’re the groom. Do you have a preference?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’d do it anywhere. I’d do it right here, right now. I just want to marry her. North Carolina. Scotland. LA. Makes no difference to me.”

I smile. “That’s a good answer.”

“He’s no help,” Sav says with mock irritation before blowing her fiancé a kiss. “There are pros and cons to all of them. Doing it in LA would be so much easier, but?—”

“But then she’d feel obligated to invite everyone she knows,” Levi cuts in, and Sav flares her eyes.

“But then there’s that.”

“Never thoughtTHESav Loveless would have so many friends,” I tease.

Sav smirks. “Upside of sobriety is that I’m not going to take a swing at someone or fuck their boyfriend while on a bender. Downside is that I’m now more approachable and passably kind.”

“I hope I’m alive when they make your biopic.” Brynn throws herself onto the couch and drops her wet head into Sav’s lap. “It’s going to be so messy.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Sav laughs and shoves Brynn’s shoulder. “Get off. Your hair is soaked.”

Brynn sits up with a loud, dramatic sigh.

“You forget I used to sneak-read every article I could find about you.”

“I didn’t forget,” Sav says, shooting a glare at Levi. “I just choose not to think about it.”