Page 74 of You're The One
My brows knit together. “What do you mean?”
“You and Dominic…” She lowers her voice even more.
My lips tug down at the corners. Have I really been that obvious? About my teeny, tiny, not-at-all-serious crush? The one I’ve barely admitted to myself.
“You do see how this is playing out, don’t you?” She tilts her head like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re pretty much the only one he sees here. I don’t even know how they’re going to edit this to make it seem like anyone else had a real shot.”
I hate how fast hope blooms.
But, that can’t be right.
I risk a glance at the patio, and Dom’s already looking at me.
Victoria’s completely absorbed in him, her hand gliding deliberately along his thigh. She’s smiling, laughing at something he said. And the worst part? She looks taken with him. Exactly what he came here hoping to find.
And me? I’ve spent years sending him nothing but scowls and sarcasm. My looks haven’t thrown hearts—they’ve thrown daggers.
But maybe…
Just for a second, I let myself hope that Summer’s right. That maybe what he wantsisme.
Then Victoria leans into his side and nuzzles her face against his shoulder, and I have to look away.
“I think I need a refill.” I stand. “Want one?”
Summer shakes her head, so I make my way to the bar where Bodhi is leaning, arms crossed, watching Dom and Victoria from a distance.
“We really gotta stop meeting like this,” I tease as I come up beside him. The bartender tops off my champagne.
He turns toward me, and thankfully, his broad frame blocks my view of the couple behind him.
“How’re you tonight, Mia?” A camera swoops in over his shoulder, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m sorry I couldn’t slot you in with Dominic tonight, but I know you two have already had plenty of bonding time.” He winks.
My heart skips. Are they on to us? Do they know about our morning walks? Or is he just talking about our past? Either way, I’m sure as hell not going to fess up.
Nope, denial is my closest friend recently.
“It’s okay.” I keep my tone light. “You’re just saving the best for last.”
“Oh… sorry.” Bodhi winces. “After Victoria, we’re moving straight into the ceremony. You know how it goes; sometimes not everyone gets time.”
Of course I know. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve missed one-on-one time. In the first few weeks, I actively avoided it. But now? I was actually looking forward to time alone. Even if it meant watching him kiss someone else first.
God, what a mess I’ve made of this.
“Right.”
Bodhi places a supportive hand on my shoulder. “You’ll get time in Chicago.”
“Yeah,” I say, even though I have no idea if that’s true.
He grins. “How’s the matchmaking going? Looks like you’ve got a real knack for it.” He tips his head toward the patio. “So, who’s your pick?”
My eyes flick to the nearest camera before I can stop them. Great. I probably look like a deer caught in headlights. Perfect sizzle reel material.
“Hey, Mia.” His voice cuts through everything else.
Dom appears at our side and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together like he’s done it a hundred times before, though it’s a first.
