Page 53 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

Victoria beamed in triumph, then nudged me with her elbow.

Great, I had ten more floors to make chit-chat. Courtney glanced over her shoulder, giving me the opportunity to distract her. “Did you two enjoy the animal shelters yesterday?” I asked.

“I prefer horses,” William said.

Of course he did.

Courtney nodded. “While I prefer purebred animals, there were some sweet dogs at our shelter. We got amazing pictures.”

“We saw last night.” All of the photos had been shared at dinner, which had been at a Japanese steakhouse that was so good it would be worth the trip down here once a month. Someone from the east coast family had won the photo contest, but one of Greta’s pictures of the dogs all watching her and waiting for their treats had gotten an honorable mention.

William glanced back at Victoria. “It looked like you had a good time.”

“The best.” Her fingers tightened around mine, but other than that, you’d never know she’d been traumatized.

Courtney turned all the way around to look at Victoria. “Apparently, whatever we’re doing this morning is a tradition in your family?”

“Uhhh, it is?” Victoria asked.

“That’s what Natalie told me last night.”

I gave Victoria an expectant look, but she only shrugged. “I’m not sure what it could be.”

I’d gotten to know Victoria pretty well, but I couldn’t tell if she was lying. I narrowed my eyes and she smiled.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened into the lobby. Two hotel employees stood, each with a sign. One had an arrow below the word, “Women.” The other read, “Men.” They pointed in opposite directions.

William and Courtney immediately parted ways.

Victoria and I stopped. I tugged her close to me and whispered in her ear. “What tradition?”

“Do you like line dancing?” Her green eyes threatened to pull me in.

“I went through a phase in college.”

She patted my chest. “Good. Go have fun.”

When our fingers slid apart, I almost shivered.

“You’re pathetic,” I muttered to myself as I followed William down the hall.

“Morning, William,” I heard Kyle say. “You have a few minutes before we start.”

When I’d agreed to come to the wedding with Victoria, I hadn’t realized what being in the wedding party meant. With the chaos of the day before, I hadn’t had a chance to introduce myself to Kyle, which I felt bad about. I caught his eye, and he grinned.

“You must be Logan.”

Kyle stood an inch taller than me and had slightly wider shoulders. I could see the familial resemblance to Victoria—they had the same smile. Which kind of freaked me out and made me miss her. He held out a hand, and I shook it.

“You must be Kyle.”

He laughed. An easy sound that seemed natural coming from him. “Victoria has kept you to herself since you got here.”

“She’s pretty mad about the animal shelter,” I said.

He winced. “Yeah, I warned her, but I should have been more specific.”

“She says she’s coming for you.”

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