The smallest hint of a lopsided smile tugged at the corner of Noah’s mouth as he gave a slow nod. “It’s been a while, but yes. I remember. I think the last time was on our honeymoon.” The words knocked the breath from my lungs in a surprised little huff. My mouth curved upwards despite myself as I

“We’re the sentimental type,” Noah interjected smoothly, his warm palm settling firmly over my hand. He shot me a subtle look—almost a warning. So he was up to something tonight. I was sure of that now. If Emily noticed anything amiss, she didn’t show it. She simply nodded agreeably, waiting wit

No angle, I thought bitterly, fighting the sting of shameful tears burning at the backs of my eyes. No, not an angle at all, except an attempted coverup. For one fleeting, foolish instant, I had actually allowed myself to believe that Noah was trying. That maybe, just maybe, he wanted to rekindle

HannahI blinked slowly. “What’s going on here?” I asked carefully, shifting my gaze between Noah and the two people sitting with him.Noah rose smoothly to his feet, dusting off the front of his shirt. “We have a special guest arriving tomorrow morning,” he explained, his tone clipped and all-busin

HannahI smoothed my hands over the front of my dress one final time, allowing the stylist to fuss with a stray lock of hair and apply one last dusting of powder to my face. Across the foyer, Noah was being subjected to a similar flurry of last-minute primping—his necktie straightened, a bit of poma