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“How kind of you to guard my virtue, but I’d still like to speak with Jana.” I drag her away from the front desk to the corner of the lobby.

“Are you crazy?” I yank her around to face me. “Why would you think that Matt and I sharing a suite is a good idea?”

“Have you not been listening?” Jana asks. “I’ve been calling the hotel for two months, trying to get you both your own room, but everything is booked. Six months ago, when I first made the reservation, you said that you and Matt would be fine sharing a two-bedroom suite, so that’s what I reserved.”

I do remember saying that.

I shift my weight. “Well, things have changed since then.”

“I know, Remi. I tried. I really did, but there’s nothing I can do.”

I glance at Matt, who is now in a private conversation with Reece. He’s leaning against the front desk with his ankles crossed in front of him. He’s all hard lines and chiseled features. Looks alone could never make me fall for a man, but it doesn’t hurt either. I love fitness and health. It’s my job, so when a sculpted specimen of a man is standing in front of me, I can’t help but respect all of the hard work that went into keeping his body in shape.

And just so I don’t sound so shallow, Matt’s intelligence and personality are what really make him attractive. He’s brains and a pretty face.

Gah.

Why am I listing out how perfect he is?

It will never work between us.

My gaze shifts back to Jana. “Rooming together is so awkward. Maybe I should book a room at another hotel.”

“Did you not just say in the car that this is my weekend, and you won’t let anything get in the way of it?”

“Yes, I did say that, but?—”

Jana puts her hands on my shoulders. “I don’t want to go all bridezilla on you, but this room thing is part of you accommodating me this weekend.”

I sigh. “Fine.”

“Great. Then it’s settled.” She heads toward the front desk. “You won’t even notice Matt’s there.”

Yeah, right.

Matt’s not the type of guy you don’t notice. If he were, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

CHAPTER 8

MATT

I drag my luggage down the hall, following Remi to our room.

Yes, that’s right. Our room.

We’ve taken the awkwardness to a new level.

So far, the journey up to the seventh floor has been in complete silence. She stops in the hall and watches while I put the key in the card reader. The green light flashes, and I push the door open, holding it for her to pass through. She makes a point of keeping her body as far away from me as possible and ends up bumping her shoulder into the doorframe as she goes by.

“Need some help?” There’s a layer of amusement in my voice that I’m hoping hides the hurt I feel.

She’s avoiding touching me as if I were a urinal at a public park.

“I’ve got it,” she says as she yanks her luggage through the opening.

I’m slightly offended. It’s not like I’m some stranger that Reece and Jana picked up on the corner with a registered sex offender card. For the last two years, Remi thought I was pretty dang great. She had no problem being close to me or touching me then.

She peeks around the room. It’s a suite with two bedrooms and a shared living space. “Do you have a preference on which room you want?” she asks.

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