Hanna couldn’t keep watching the flames roar back and forth, she had to intervene. She slipped between them, facing Logan and resting her palms against his chest.
“Just let it go, Lo. We should be celebrating Matty and Sara tonight.”
“He’ll crush you,” Logan said, eyes locked over her head on Milo. “You’ll get attached, he’ll get bored. Lather, rinse, repeat.”
“Alright, Logan,” she growled. “That’s enough.”
A hand landed on her shoulder, Milo’s cologne washing over her.
"Oh," Logan scoffed, his glare flashing between Milo's eyes and hand on Hanna's shoulder. "It's too late for you, huh?"
Milo moved his hand, but Logan had already come unglued.
"I'm disappointed, Hanna. I thought you were smarter than that."
She saw red. “I haven’t been, historically.”
“You should go back to the hotel, Logan,” Matty suggested. “Sleep it off, okay?”
“I’m good,” Logan forced through clenched teeth.
“You know what? We’ll go,” Hanna shrugged. She reached for Sara’s hand and pulled her away, Taylor and Maricela close on their heels.
“That was kinda hot,” Sara said, giggling. “You okay?”
“Never better,” she muttered. “I need a shot and a dance floor.”
ALWAYS ANSWER
You okay, Arizona?
I’m sorry about Logan.
Happy to talk as soon as you’re ready.
Drop a pin if you want.
“How much longer are you gonna torture this poor man?” Taylor leaned over a spread of tacos, Chalupas, and Mexican pizzas with her spiked Baja Blast.
“No more Milo talk,” Hanna declared, working her way through a dozen different combinations of the same four ingredients. “What we should talk about is the rehearsal dinner and what we’re wearing. Sara, we need a rundown.”
Sara dutifully pushed them onward. “Okay, the rehearsal dinner is next on the list, but we should really talk about the welcome party.” She clapped her hands together. “I know we said no more Milo talk, but I actually managed to convince him to let us use the bar’s rooftop for our welcome cocktail party. Matty swears it has a great view of the skyline at sunset, and Janet said she can hang some string lights across the roof to give it that really romantic glow.”
Hanna wondered for a moment what Janet was like, if Milo got his softness from her or his dad.
“Hanna and I were thinking peonies, but I just saw the most gorgeous hydrangea setup in this magazine on the flight out here. When we get back to the hotel,I’ll show you all.”
HANNA
You don’t owe me any explanations, Milo. We’re just friends, remember?
ALWAYS ANSWER
We’re not just anything, Hanna. Please let me send an Uber for you. We can go grab something to eat and hash this all out.
HANNA
I’m designing centerpieces. Crucial. Can’t miss it.
