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“Yes?”
“Will you be coming down anytime soon? People have been asking about you.”
She could feel Sebastian nearly vibrating.
“I’ll be down in a bit. Thank you for bringing these up.”
Sebastian closed the door as she stared at the stack. She’d barely heard the latch click when he scooped her into his arms and twirled her around the room.
“Phoebe, this is amazing,” he exclaimed, smiling at her like . . . like she was his everything.
“It’s overwhelming,” she answered, choosing her words wisely. She didn’t want to be a wet blanket, but something felt off.
He set her on the ground, then held her face in his hands. “Pheebs,” he breathed, then leaned in.
He kissed her with such enthusiasm and such jubilation it was impossible not to glean some sliver of excitement. Maybe it was a good development. She kissed him back and melted into his touch. There was no denying it. She was falling for him—no, she’d fallen for him. She’d fallen for her best friend, and it was tearing her up inside.
“Way to go, Phoebe 2.0,” he whispered against her lips.
Phoebe 2.0.Was that who she was now? Was that who he wanted?
He pressed her back to the door, and she dropped the cards as he gripped her hips and held her close. He deepened the kiss, and she sighed, allowing her mind to empty of its worries. She was a beat away from begging Sebastian to take her against the door when someone knocked.
Sebastian broke their kiss and smiled against her lips. “I bet that’s the LETIS delivery guy with more cards.”
They stepped away from the door.
Sebastian gestured toward the knob. “Why don’t you do the honors? It’s your destiny.”
She nodded as the pressure in her chest returned. She turned the knob, but the person standing in the hallway wasn’t the LETIS delivery guy.
Her stomach dropped. “What are you doing here?”
Chapter16
PHOEBE
Phoebe blinked, hoping her eyes were deceiving her. But not even a round of rapid-fire lash batting could change what was smack-dab in front of her.
Jeremy Drewler stood before her with a touch-too-wide grin slapped on his face. Before she could utter another word, Sebastian came up behind her, and the overdone arc of Jeremy’s smile changed trajectory.
Her ex scowled. “They didn’t mention anything about a roommate when I asked the front desk for your room number. Are you sharing a room with Sebastian?”
“She is,” Sebastian snarled before she could get a word out.
Jeremy kept his eyes locked on her. “Pheebs?” he pressed.
The way he said her nickname turned her stomach. Then again, she had to cut him a little slack. He was at her door. That had to mean something.
“There was a mix-up, and the lodge put us together.”
Jeremy pushed up onto his tiptoes and peered past her into the room. “There’s only one bed.”
“Damn right, there’s only one bed,” Sebastian lobbed back. She couldn’t see his face, but she could tell from the cadence of his reply that he had a cocky smirk pasted to his lips.
What was he playing at? Was he trying to make Jeremy jealous? Was this part of the Sebastian Guarantee?
“There’s also a cot,” she added, praying she wasn’t blushing like the naughtiest of reverse cowgirls. She wasn’t lying explicitly. There was a cot—an out-of-commission cot—but a cot, nevertheless. She schooled her features. “Is there something you need, Jeremy?”
