Page 40 of Just My Type
“She’s probably still recovering from last night,” Noah says, tossing an arm around my shoulders. “Turns out, our Hannah is a fellow night owl, so I convinced her to take a midnight walk on the Strip with me, and then we played slots until, like, three in the morning. We bonded over being the only single ones in a sea of couples after they all left us to do couple things.”
I breathe a small sigh of relief at the very believable lie, and when I glance up at Noah, he gives me a wink that has my insides turning to liquid.
I really need to get a grip.
“What about Cooper?” Ben asks.
Noah shrugs casually. “He might as well be part of a couple. He’s married to his job and is in a very committed relationship with his laptop. Lawyers are a weird breed.” He pauses, looking at Hallie, and I can see the exact second he realizes that she’s also a lawyer. “Sorry—not you, Hallie. Definitely not you.”
Hallie laughs, waving that away. “There’s a reason my friendsand I left BigLaw all those years ago to go out on our own. BigLaw lawyersarea weird breed.”
“You were never a weird breed, Hal,” Ben says, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her hair.
She chuckles. “I was, but you’ve always been too obsessed with me to realize it.”
“Got that right.” The love in Ben’s eyes when he looks at my sister is so intense that it has my chest clenching with an emotion I can’t quite name but don’t have time to figure out because a shriek comes from across the lobby, and we’ve barely even turned around before Jo is hurling herself at us, so we’re in a tight, three way hug.
When she lets go, she leaves one arm around me and one around Hallie, keeping us linked together. “Gah, I love this day so much. Evans sisters reunited!” Jo bounces on her toes a little, glancing at both of us with a broad smile on her face, and then looking over at Jordan, who walks up at a regular pace, hugging Ben and then kissing Hallie on the cheek.
“Missed you guys,” Jordan says, tugging Jo back to him and wrapping an arm around her, as if he can’t bear not to be touching her. “Thanks for making the trip.”
“You’re getting fucking married, dude.” Ben slaps Jordan on the shoulder. “To my sister-in-law. There’s nowhere else we’d be. Besides, we couldn’t leave you alone in Vegas with your brothers. Who knows what kind of fuckery they’d come up with?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Noah says. “There will still be plenty of fuckery. Wyles brothers always find a way.” He smirks at me, and I want to throttle him, but I also have the sudden urge to kiss him. Riddle me that.
“Fuck yes, we do!” Cooper comes sauntering up to us, Elliot and Amelia trailing behind him. The guys fall into conversation, and Amelia makes a beeline for us.
“Why is Noah looking at you like he wants to devour you whole?” Amelia asks, sly smile on her face.
“He’s not,” I say immediately, glancing over to find that actually, yes, he’s looking at me exactly like that. I narrow my eyes at him, resisting the urge to yell at him to cut it the fuck out.
“He is,” Hallie and Jo say together.
“He likes you, Hans,” Amelia says, grinning. “I told you so.”
“Okay, I think someone needs to fill me in, like, immediately,” Hallie says, looking between Amelia and me. “I’m not sure I like you being in Boston. I don’t like to be the odd one out.”
“Noah is obsessed with Hannah.” Jo leans her head against mine. “Like, totally, completely obsessed. She won’t admit it.”
“He’s a really good guy, Hans,” Hallie says. “All the Wyles brothers are.”
“I know,” I mumble, thinking of the way he offered to help me find my writing again. And the way he took this morning in stride even though I’m freaking the fuck out. I think Noah Wyles may be the best guy.
I’m saved from having to say anything when Cooper speaks up. “Can we go to lunch? I’m fucking starving.”
Everyone agrees and starts to move across the lobby to the hotel restaurant. I trail behind, trying to avoid any more questions I’m not ready to answer, and people in general, except there’s one person I just can’t seem to get away from.
“You okay, Gorgeous?” Noah murmurs, sidling up next to me and slowing his pace to match mine as everyone else walks ahead.
“I suck at subterfuge,” I mutter. “And I’m a shit liar.”
He brushes his hand against mine and links our pinkies together briefly. I like it a little too much. “We could just tell everyone we accidentally got married. No subterfuge necessary.”
“Never going to happen,” I say flatly.
Noah chuckles. “You’re the boss, Han. Come on, wife. Let’s go have lunch.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
