“I just need my keys,” Milo said. He slipped back into his bedroom where Hanna was pressed against the wall. He shut the door behind him. “He still has your location?”
She whispered, “He’s not going to after tonight!”
Milo grinned. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re flustered.” Milo scooped his work pants off the floor and fished for his wallet and keys, tucking them into his back pocket. He snagged her by the neck for a barely breathing kiss so quick she nearly missed it.
“When I get home, we’re finishing what we started,” he said, pressing his lips to hers once more.
“Okay,” she said, swallowing.
“Turn off the location sharing,” he whispered against her cheek, releasing her, though she felt the heat of his hold for far too long after.
“There you are!”
It took Hanna twenty minutes to get her heart rate down before changing and crossing the hall. Sara looked at a dozen different floral arrangements, swiping back and forth on her laptop.
“The third one,” Hanna said, plopping next to her on the couch. “The drape on the lilies? Gorgeous.”
Sara closed her laptop and crossed her legs.
“Do you have something to tell me, Hanna?”
Hanna held her breath—had she heard them? She’d been vaguely conscious of that being a problem, but she could only be so silent when it came to Milo.
“Do I?” Hanna countered, too smart to fall for the open-ended question.
“I just got off the phone with Taylor. She said that we’re not staying at The Flamingo anymore.”
“Oh!” Hanna laughed, sinking back into the couch. “No. We are not.”
Sara’s eyes narrowed. “Where are we staying?”
“It’s a secret!” Hanna made a mental note to text Taylor later and reinforce the surprise nature of their plans—Sara loved ruining a surprise for herself, but she deserved to have something planned just for her.
“Ugh,” she sighed. “Fine.”
“What are we doing tonight?” Hanna leaned her head on Sara’s shoulder. “Seating chart? Vows? Table settings? All of the above?”
“None of the above!” Sara pointed to a package on the kitchen counter. “I got face masks! We’re relaxing for once. I figured the extra stress of our surprise guest might be getting to you.”
Hanna sighed. That did sound nice, though she debated telling Sara just how not stressed she was feeling after a few days with Milo. She cracked the top on a sparkling water Sara had set out with some snacks, the satisfying shhh reminding her too much of Milo’s shushing her to stay quiet. Her face heated.
“A perfect evening!”
“Right?” Sara stood, crossing to snag the bag from the counter. “And then, when you’re glowing from fucking Milo’s brains out for a week straight, you’ll have an excuse!”
Hanna choked on the water, the carbonation burning against her throat.
“Sara—”
“Oh my god, I was kidding, but you’re ten shades of red right now!” She tossed Hanna a brightly colored foil packet, the woman on the front looking much more at ease than she was. She couldn’t stop the vision of their wasted condom wrapper floating onto the floor beside her.
Shit, that wasn’t helping with the red face.
“You can’t tell Matty,” Hanna said. “He’ll get so weird. And we haven’t technically had sex,” she added.
“Believe me, the last thing I want to do is tell Matty. He’s never really loved the Logan-Milo dynamic, and this? This ratchets that up to eleven.”
“Yeah, what is that?” Hanna had noticed the strange looks between brothers, the hesitations to interact with one another.
