Chapter 8Nico looked at the rose petals strewn over the king-sized bed. “We’re in the honeymoon suite?”
Matt grinned. “Looks like. Champagne?” He nodded toward a tray on the bedside table where a bottle was resting in a bucket of ice.
“Joyce booked us the honeymoon suite.” Nico threw his hands in the air.
“Maybe it was the only room available?” Matt was laughing at him and pulled him into his arms. “It means nothing, Nico.”
“But it could.”
Matt shrugged. “What could it mean?”
“She wants us to get married.”
Matt raised his eyebrows. “There are worse fates.”
“Yes, but…”
“Don’t think about it.” He turned serious. “You’re my best friend, Nico, and nothing will ever change that.”
Nico’s heart was beating hard. “It might.”
Matt shook his head. “No, nothing.” Slowly, he touched his lip
