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an opinion about any of this.”
    He threw himself back on the couch as if he knew their run was never going to happen. “You’re wrong. I want you to have an opinion. I also want you to be rational about that opinion. There’s no sense in getting emotional over this. You’ll still get to do your fluffy princess thing and flit about like the belle of the ball. And honestly, it’s only a day. We’ll be married for a lifetime.”
    She frowned. Had he said flit ? Her stomach churned. She didn’t know much about fiancés and weddings, but she was pretty sure that this was not how she was supposed to feel at the prospect of forever. “If I’m not represented on that day, and my input isn’t part of it, then I won’t feel like I have any say in the rest of our lives.”
    He put up his hands. “Fine. Have it your way. Pick a weekend. We’ll get married in Princeton if that’s what you want. But I’m warning you now, I don’t have time to pick colors or flowers or any of that other shit that goes with it. You’ll be on your own.”
    Shit that goes with it? She should keep her mouth shut because she’d gotten her way. She should be happy about finally getting the wedding of her dreams.
    Except she wasn’t. She felt hollow. She felt alone.
    She didn’t want to win like this. What she wanted was for them to talk about it and for him to actually hear her out. Instead, she felt wrung out and unhappy.
    He was so handsome, his blond hair dusted onto his forehead. His green eyes crinkled a little at the corners. And his body was still...
    Not Liam .
    Oh, hell. She batted down the stray thought immediately. Liam did not belong in her thought process for this conversation. At best, he was a small crush. He was helping her after all. It was only natural to think about him, right? But she loved Holden... was marrying Holden. The two of them just needed to come back to center. “Holden, I don’t want to fight with you. I only wanted to be heard.”
    He crossed his arms and worked his jaw. “Yeah, well, you got what you wanted now. Are you happy?”
    Becca sat next to him on the couch. “Let’s not fight. Maybe we can talk more later? I don’t want to leave things like this.”
    He didn’t meet her gaze. “If you’re done, I’m going on that run. I need to think.”
    Becca stared after him as he stormed out of her apartment. That went well. Not.
    * * *
    Only one rule to follow, don’t kiss Liam …again. How hard could that be?
    Memories of the last lesson rushed forward. His warm lips on hers, his strong arms cocooning her, making her feel safe...and tingly. No. No with the tingly. Liam was her instructor. Nothing more. She was getting married, dammit. To Holden...who she loved. Just because he was being a colossal asshat at the moment didn’t mean it was okay to crush on Liam. So not in the realm of okay.
    At least this lesson, she’d be fortified by looking the part.
    She dressed hurriedly in her racerback swimsuit, then frowned as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. With the high cut of the legs, there was no hiding her ass. Great. She sure would have liked a whole hell of a lot more coverage. It would have made her feel less like Brazilian Baywatch Barbie.
    Tossing her head upside down, she tamed her unruly curls in a bun. Once they were secured, she slipped on her swim cap.
    Standing tall, or rather as tall as she could, she studied herself closely. Serious swim student. Perfect. Because that’s what she was. Though she had considered not coming back. But she needed to learn how to do this. Even if she talked Holden out of the Ironman, he’d still want to do some swim sports and she’d get left on the beach or the side of the pool if she didn’t figure this shit out.
    She slipped off the mother of all ugly engagement rings and tucked it in its box before shoving it into her gym bag. After locking up, she grabbed a towel and headed to the pool. She could do this. She was confident. Liam was her