Page 107 of The Upgrade

“Better.” It was a long time coming, and I’m so proud of her. “She served Hank with divorce papers last week. I guess it’s really happening.”

“How do you feel?”

“Relieved. Sad. Happy for my mom. Disappointed about all the lost years. Elated that I won’t have to see him again at family events.” It’s a mishmash of emotion that Kit totally gets.

“I hear you.” His strong, muscled arm tightens around me. “Think you’ll lose touch with Perfect Presley?”

“Dunno. I’m still representing Carmichael Holdings for now.” Who knows what’ll happen once our parents’ divorce is final. It’s not like my stepsister and I speak much.

“How’s Sara doing?” he asks. “Still going nuts with the wedding plans?”

“Pretty much.” I can’t help noticing my friend has seemed tense. “Trent’s being kinda distant. She’s trying not to worry.”

Kit’s brow furrows. “You think he’s cheating?”

“God, no!” At least I feel sure about that. “He would never.”

But something’s definitely bothering Sara’s fiancé.

“At least Camille and Hayden are doing okay.”

“Mmhm.” I don’t want to betray my friend’s confidence, but the truth? Camille’s been a bit disconnected from her longtime partner.

“What?” Kit asks, reading into my silence. “Is he still working way too much?”

“I mean, Camille’s a workaholic, too.” Maybe not as much, but it’s something the two have in common. “If it makes them happy, who are we to judge?”

“I suppose.” Kit doesn’t sound convinced. “I’ve tried gently telling Camille that there’s more to life than working all the time, but?—”

“Oh, I bet that went over great.” I laugh and squeeze his arm. “You know you can’t tell your sister anything.”

“Right, I forgot.” Kit grins and slides a key card from his pocket. “Camille gets to tell me how to run my life, but I need to stay out of hers.”

“Now you’re catching on.” I laugh and move back as he steps to the door of room 14. “Is this us?”

“That’s what the key card says.”

“This is one of the remodeled units, right?”

“Maybe they hooked us up.” He slides the card into the slot. “If our suitcases are here, we know it’s the right place.”

The first thing I notice as we slip through the door is our big pile of bags near the king-sized bed. There’s a mirror above with a sliding panel to cover it for guests who aren’t into watching themselves. Lush bedding in bright hues of teal and turquoise sprawls like an ocean with bright-yellow pillows as buoys.

Thesecondthing I notice— “Um, wow.” I step to the center of the room and stare. “Is this really a sex swing?”

“Yep.” Kit gives a sly little smile. “Fancy that.”

I look at his face and I know in an instant he planned this. “How did you?—”

“I might’ve put in a good word.” He leans back on the wall, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I always felt bad that the one I bought you got taken by airport security.”

I laugh. “To be fair, I shouldn’t have packed it in my carry-on. Who knew they’d decide the metal ceiling bar counted as a deadly weapon?”

We haven’t gotten around to buying a new one. With all our discussion of moving into a new place together, it seemed unwise to drill bolts into the ceiling. This swing, though?—

“It looks really sturdy.”

“Commercial grade.” Kit chuckles and shoves off the wall, giving one of the straps a tug. “Shall we?”

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