Matty snagged Hanna’s bags and disappeared upstairs, but not before dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Room’s still yours for however long you want it.”
She bit back the urge to take him up on that offer. She needed to wait until she saw him.
That would be the determining factor.
“We have a stacked day,” Sara said, scrolling through her calendar as though she hadn’t already sent Hanna a painfully detailed itinerary the week before.
“I’m ready to be beautiful,” Hanna said.
“After manis, we have spray tans, blow outs, lunch with Cami, and then back home to get dressed for the welcome dinner. Taylor and Maricela will help the guys set up.”
“Am I your security bridesmaid for all of these appointments, or are you keeping me away from a certain groomsman?” Hanna asked.
Sara arched a brow. “First of all, two things can be true at once. Second, sorry, did you want to see Milo in your sweats and running around with string lights, or did you want to walk into the welcome party tanned, tweezed, and tucked into two pairs of Spanx, and ruin his fucking life?”
Hanna pursed her lips. “I don’t want to ruin his life.”
“Not even a little bit?”
“No,” Hanna insisted.
Sara set her phone down. “Wow, that was a test. Olivia really is worth every penny.”
Hanna tossed her hair. “I’m telling you! I’m a whole new bitch!”
TWENTY-SIX
Half a day and several hundred dollars later, Hanna stood outside the loft, spray-tanned, blown-out, micro-dermed, and acrylic-nailed to the high heavens.
She’d caught a glimpse of her reflection in Logan’s car window and she thought that maybe she’d get lucky and Milo wouldn’t even recognize her.
“Whoa, look at you!” Logan exclaimed when she slid into the passenger seat of the same car he’d been driving for years. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think someone was trying to make a man see what he’s missing.”
She rolled her eyes, “Will you ever move on?”
Logan laughed, rolling into the San Francisco traffic.
“Milo has been a wreck all day, if it helps take the edge off. Snapped at Brendon?—”
“Brandon,” Hanna corrected.
“Brandon. Anyway. Told him to get fucked just for breathing too loudly. Man is on the edge of a breakdown for some reason.”
She hated the rush it gave her.
“You should pull your hair back a little. You have a really sexy neck.”
Hanna balked. “I didn’t know we were at the wing-man stage of our breakup.”
“I’ve literally seen him inside of you, Hanna.” He winced, the memory weighing on him.
“Okay, okay,” she hissed. He wasn’t helping her nerves. “I need you to have my back tonight. Do not let me get drunk, do not let me smoke anything anyone hands me, and do not say anything else about my neck.”
Logan saluted as he rounded a corner.
“Thank you. Now, tell me everything about the rest of your trip. You haven’t updated me since somewhere in Nebraska.”
“Oh god, corn. Corn for hours. It was brutal, but at least Matty drove half of it.”
