Ember Casey

Luca’s waiting for me in the foyer when I head downstairs.

?” There are some grass and dirt stains o

I swear, the last time I glanced at the time it was three o’clock.”

It’s hard to remember the number with Calder’s mouth teasing my ankle and his fingers caressing my thigh.

“Did you hear me laugh?”

“You don’t have to laugh out loud,” she replies. “You’re laughing inside. I can tell.”

“I just wanted to drink in peace,” I tell her.

“Oh.” Sh

“I’d probably lose my job if anyone found

I frown. “Noah? Who’s Noah?” I glance around for that young server she crashed into out in the pavilion. Surely, she can’t be picking that mouse of a man over me.

Lauren, meanwhile, hasn’t said a word. But her face has gone pale, her freckles standing out against her nearly white skin.

“Who’s Noah?” I ask again.

“No one,” she insists, turning back to her task.

Like hell he is. “No one” wouldn’t make her lose all color. Or make me wonder if she’s suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

“If there’s another man, you only had to say so,” I grumble. “I have no interest in another man’s woman.” I realize as soon as the words have left my mouth that it’s not entirely true. I’m certainly still interested in Lauren—but how much? Enough to willingly entangle myself in such a complicated situation?

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she says, “I think you should go now.”

I should—both because she’s