He slides the key into the lock and turns the door, letting me go in first.
I stop, looking around in shock. I immediately turn back around and nearly smack into Fisher’s chest. He reaches out to steady me by my elbow. A lone grape rolls off the plate, and he bends down to scoop it up.
“I think we have the wrong room.”
“Huh?” His brows knit. “Why do you say that?”
I step aside, allowing him room to pass. “Just look.”
He takes a few steps forward and frowns. “Oh.”
The bed is covered in flower petals. There’s a wine bottle and glasses waiting, along with chocolate dipped strawberries.
“You think we got Noah and Sabrina’s room?”
I lift my shoulders in a shrug. “I assume so.”
We head back down to the lobby in search of the bride and groom and find them in a room off to the side, greeting guests alongside Maddie.
“Hey, guys,” I say, abandoning my plate temporarily on a side table.
“You guys are here!” Sabrina pulls me into a hug. “Do you love your room?” She winks and gives my elbow a squeeze.
“About that,” I start, watching Fisher head over to Noah a few feet away. “I think they might’ve given us your suite by mistake. It’s large and there were flowers and wine.”
Sabrina laughs. “It’s not a mistake. Noah and I wanted to treat you guys to a special suite.”
My mouth pops open. “Are you guys playing matchmaker?”
“Well, you are technically already married to the guy, so it’s more like we’re trying to save you from having to spend money on a divorce.” She shrugs and her mouth stretches into a huge grin she can’t suppress.
“I feel like all of you are conspiring against me,” I mutter.
“Who’s conspiring?” Noah asks, joining us with Fisher at his side.
Fisher gives me a funny look that I interpret as him being told the same thing I was.
To think, years ago we hid our relationship from Noah and Elias, and now they both seem to be working to get us together for real.
“You guys are.” I flick a finger between Sabrina and Noah. “And my brother and Whimsy too.”
Noah chuckles, wrapping his arm around Sabrina. She immediately melts into his side. I don’t think she even realizeshow she gravitates to him. They truly were meant to find each other.
Fisher slides his hands into the pockets of his jogging pants. “I guess if there’s no mistake with the room we should head back up then.”
With a sigh, I nod in agreement—but only because I really want to take a shower and change out of my travel clothes before I go for a walk.
I scoop up the plate of food from where I set it and follow Fisher back to the elevators.
“Our friends are insane,” I mutter.
He looks down at me, his eyes raking slowly over my face. “They just want us to be happy and in love like they are.”
I let out a sigh. I can’t deny the fact that I’m warming up to Fisher, falling into those same patterns as being in a relationship before, because it’s just so damn easy with him. But it’s terrifying to hear that word—love.
Fisher, thankfully, takes my silence in stride.
We return to our suite, our luggage waiting inside for us this time, and I sit down at the table at the corner, snacking on some of the things I took from downstairs. Fisher swipes up a piece of melon and pops it in his mouth.