Oh, it doesn’t fucking matter!
I lift it and find Luna gaping at me. “Who is that?” she demands.
“Noah Dragon,” he replies, suddenly over my shoulder again. “Lark’s future husband.”
I close my eyes. I don’t even know how to begin responding to that.
“What?”
“Well, she hasn’t said yes yet,” he goes on, apparently talking to my friend now. When my hand begins to shake, he reaches around to help me hold up the phone. “But I think my chances are pretty good that she’s going to agree soon.”
Luna gapes at him.
Meanwhile, I just twist my lips to the side. Because what the hell am I supposed to say? I can’t break rule one. And I… I really don’t want to involve Luna in any of this.
“Any suggestions?” he asks, making me blink. “On how to win her over, I mean. Like favorite flowers. Or does she prefer chocolate? Oh! Does she have any enemies I can take out for her? I’m pretty skilled with a kni?—”
“I think that’s enough,” I interject, my voice a little hoarse. “I promise I’m fine. But I… I need to go now.”
“You’re getting married?” She sounds a bit shrill. Which, yeah, it’s… it’s a lot.
And also really not true.
Yet Noah says, “Yep.”
Which has me quickly clarifying, “No.” I finally spin away from him. But of course he follows with a big, goofy grin on his face. “Noah’s kidding. He didn’t really propose.”
“You wound me, pet,” he murmurs. “But if you want a proper proposal, I’ll handle it.” He tries to get in the line of sight of the phone again as he adds, “Any pointers, pretty friend of Lark’s?”
I scowl at him. “Stop saying that.”
“You want me to clarify how I hit on a woman again, little bee?” he asks, moving into my personal space. “Because I’m happy to do that all day.”
I’m suddenly up against the window, his palm resting on the glass beside my head, the opposite on my hip. The intensity in his eyes nearly causes me to drop the phone.
“Luna, I’m going to have to call you back.”
“Luna,” Noah repeats. “That’s a pretty name for a pretty friend.”
I glare at him. “Useprettyto describe my friend one more time.”
He smiles. “I like that it makes you jealous.”
“I amnotjealous,” I snap at him. “I’m overwhelmed. And… and…all I can smell is cinnamon and hot honey.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “Well, all I smell is brown sugar and honey, and it’s making me wonder if your slick is just as sweet, little bee.”
I growl at him.
He rumbles back.
And Luna clears her throat. “I’m still here, Lark.”
I close my eyes, then lift the phone to look at her. “Sorry. I’m… I’m in the middle of something.”
“Yeah, something hectic,” she echoes, using my word from when we first started talking. “Fiancé of my best friend—Mr. Dragon, was it?—tell me where you’re keeping my friend, and I’ll give you some advice.”
Noah steals the phone from my hand before I can comment and skips off onto the balcony. “Ferraro estate, new bestie of mine. The Hamptons.” He tilts the phone toward the coastline. “See how pretty it is?”
