One bed.
One very large, veryromanticbed.
With rose petals.
And what appears to be towels folded into the shape of swans.
Making a heart.
"No," Caleb says flatly. "I specifically asked for two beds. Ispecificallytold Matt—"
"Well, well." I lean against the doorframe, trying to ignore how my heart's doing backflips. "If you wanted to get me into bed, Miller, you could've just asked. No need for the elaborate setup."
"Please." He rolls his eyes. "If I was trying to seduce you, I wouldn't need a ploy for that."
The confidence in his tone catches me completely off guard, and my mouth opens, then closes, and I'm pretty sure I've turned the color of a stop sign.
"I . . ." My voice comes out higher than normal. "That's very . . . confident of you."
His grin widens. "Just honest."
"Right. Well." I clear my throat, desperately needing to escape. "I'll go talk to Kristal. They probably just gave us the wrong room."
"Why is there champagne on ice?" He gestures to a silver bucket by the bed.
I back toward the door before he can see how flustered he makes me. "I'll be right back."
Kristal's tucked into a small office off the main foyer, surrounded by binders, and talking rapidly into a headset.
"No, the string quartet needs to be here by four for the sound check, and—oh! Hold please!" She spots me and hits a button on her headset. "Sugar! Everything okay with the room?"
"About that . . ." I try to sound casual. "There seems to be a small mix-up. We were supposed to have two beds?"
Kristal's perfectly lined eyes go wide. "Oh my stars!" She grabs her glittery clipboard, flipping through pages frantically. "No, no, no. This is . . . oh sugar."
"It's not a big deal," I start, but she's already in full crisis mode.
"This is all my fault! See, that room was supposed to be for Sarah's maid of honor and her boyfriend. He's one of Matt'sgroomsmen, but they had thishorriblebreakup last week. Something about a yoga instructor and a juice cleanse, I don't have all the details, but . . ." She takes a deep breath. "We had to shuffle everything around, and Matt said his brother would be fine with the Sunset Suite. This is the only room available, as we already have done so much shuffling this weekend to keep everyone happy."
"I get it."
"I ammortified." Kristal clutches her clipboard to her chest. "Sarah's parents will not be happy. The whole room situation is already so delicate with the breakup drama, and—" Her headset beeps. "Oh god, that's the florist. The peonies are wrong. Everything is wrong!"
She looks like she might cry.
"Hey, it's okay." I touch her arm gently. "Really. There's a couch in the room. I can sleep there, no problem."
"But—"
"Seriously. It's fine."
"You would do that?" Her eyes well up. "You are an angel. A room-crisis-solving angel!" She throws her arms around me in a perfume-scented hug. "Everyone says the bride is the crazy one but let me tell you, it's the parents. It'salwaysthe parents."
Her headset beeps again.
"I have to deal with this peony situation, but you," she points at me with her sparkly pen. "Youare a lifesaver."
I head back upstairs, rehearsing how to break the news. When I push open the door, Caleb's sprawled in an armchair, scowling at his phone.
