Sebastian adds, without looking up, “Or to the ones who are smart enough to go after what they want.”
Lina stiffens, grips her glass too tight—then toasts anyway, with a smile that hides a whole inferno.
I toast too.
And for a moment—just one—I feel lighter.
Then my phone buzzes again.
I grab it, don’t open the message, and shove it into my bag.
Not tonight.
Cohen Becker does not exist. Period.
I try to enjoy the evening and think about nothing.
I’m here, in a place I love, with one of my favorite humans on Earth.
Only two people are missing from our table—my two other chosen sisters.
Ivy isn’t here.
Of course she isn’t.
She’s absolutely off having a romantic night with Cam—yes, Cam, the sexy firefighter I matched her with who adores everyinch of her.
Every time I think about them my heart warms.
And Rae is missing because… she’s busy waging Christmas war with a sexy Grinch who is perfect for her.
Yes… also my doing. Obviously.
Cupid never takes a day off.
And honestly, what’s better than making my best friends’ love lives perfect?
31
Perfect Timing and a Stroke of Luck
Cohen
I’m about to knock on Sloane’s office door when I freeze.
The door isn’t closed.
It’s cracked open—and I hear her talking.
I move just enough to see inside, and I nearly keel over.
Sloane is stunning.
Notpretty.
Notput-together.
Stunning.
