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“Are you ready for dinner?” he asks

“Yeah, starving,” I tell him.

He smiles down at me.

“Good, let’s go.”

He puts out his hand for me to take, and I glance down at it for a split second before I take it. Whatever the weirdness after he dropped me off at the hotel earlier must have worked itself out.

“Where did you go? You were gone for a while,” I say.

“I just went for a drive.”

He went for a drive?

“Everything okay?” I ask, looking up at him as he leads me out of the grand wedding hall.

“Yeah, it will be,” he says, squeezing my hand and then pulling it up to his mouth and kissing it.

My belly erupts in flutters at the feeling of his lips against my skin. How does he do that when we’re supposed to be fake? How does he make me feel things for him when less than forty-eight hours ago, I hated him?

I should still be in love with Liam.

How can I feel something for someone else?

Maybe it’s because those old feelings for Brent used to exist, and now they seem to be bubbling back up.

But choosing Brent means I have to let go of any hope that Liam and I will get back together.

Am I ready for a new dream?

Can I let go of the old one?

Does Brent even want any of that with me? Or is he just really good at pretending to be interested in me?

He lets our hands go back down between us but keeps me close and then glances over his shoulder, where Liam follows with Shelby in tow.

When I look back at Liam, Liam's eyes are narrowed at Brent, and he looks mad.

We follow the rest of the group into the bar, where the rehearsal dinner is all set up.

Brent leads me to sit next to my mom. He sits on the other side of me, his arm reaching around the back of my chair, and scoots his chair closer.

It feels good to have Brent this close.

My mom smiles over at Brent, but my dad is less than impressed.

Liam seats Shelby across from Brent and then takes the seat next to her, directly across from me.

Soon, the room is filled with boisterous voices, and dinner begins.

Something nudges my ankle from under the table. I look at Brent, whose arm is still lying across my chair but who is turned away from me, talking with Ben on the other side of him.

Then I feel the nudge again.

When I look over, I see Liam’s eyes fixed on me.

Is he the one who keeps touching me?