Tell Them Lies (Three Little Words Book 3) by Karla Sorensen Page A

come to rehearsal too, it might feel less scary, if she could look at him and know he'd be all in with her. Which was ridiculous, really, because she was perfectly capable of functioning without him. But when Dylan had made small talk with her before they walk down the aisle, she'd almost had an aneurysm.
    "So," he'd said casually, slinging an arm around her shoulder, "tell me about the boyfriend. I was surprised when Casey told me about him."
    Liz arched an eyebrow at him, then stepped out from under his arm. "Surprised I can actually get one?"
    "No! Hell no. You're," he stammered, gesturing at her body like it answered the question, and Liz breathed out a laugh at his discomfort, "you're very boyfriend-worthy, Peters. You just haven't dated in a while, right?"
    She shook her head. "It's been a couple years. And the last one wasn't all that memorable."
    "And this guy, Kieran, he is?"
    Looking at Dylan's face, and a handsome face it was, she saw nothing more than genuine curiosity.
    "I think so," she answered honestly.
    "And how long have you guys been dating?"
    And just one innocent question pushed the pulse back to the top of her skin, throbbing and horribly loud in her own ears. What if Kieran answered the question differently later? So she gestured to the front of the church.
    "I think they're ready for us."
    So being the gentleman he was, Dylan offered his arm and walked with her to their places.
    At least once she got to the restaurant, she'd have Kieran to smooth out the places where she became a ridiculous twitchy mess at the smallest question. Clipping across the parking lot to the entrance, Liz smiled at the sign perched in front of the door.

    Welcome to
    Jake & Casey's rehearsal dinner
    Tomorrow is going to be the
    Best. Day. Ever.

    S he hadn't seen Kieran's car in the parking lot, so she walked in by herself, smiling at Casey's parents chatting with the pastor. Three long rectangular tables formed a U-shape around the private room, and mason jars filled with large white peonies and short, fat white candles were placed at various intervals over the stark white tablecloth. Each chair held a name card on heavy gold paper, and she walked around until she found hers, which was right next to Kieran's.
    The room started gradually filling, Casey's oldest brothers and their wives milling around, Dylan making his mom laugh about something and then smack him on the arm. Rachel walked in with her hand firmly wrapped in Tate's, then she yanked him down for a firm kiss on the mouth, pulling catcalls from onlookers.
    And from her perch, standing behind her chair, Liz watched all of it wondering if they'd all be able to tell once Kieran arrived. Dylan wasn't bothered by not having a date, but Dylan wasn't her. She wanted someone to hold their hand at the small of her back when they entered the room, and slide their hand into hers. Knowing that Casey and Jake would be there any minutes, Liz reached into her small clutch to find her phone when the volume in the room dipped considerably. Looking up to see why, she saw Kieran standing in the entrance to the room, eyes firmly trained on her.
    The floral print dress she was wearing wasn't anything fancy, she felt pretty in it, and it was comfortable. But through all the people staring at him, Kieran looked at her like she was wearing something infinitely sexier. Giving a polite nod to those who made eye contact with him, then throwing a tiny salute at Rachel, he skirted around the tables to walk toward Liz.
    Well, Rachel would probably bump his grade up a bit from a B Minus now. He'd shaved, which gave her a tiny pang, because she did sort of enjoy the scruff, and he was wearing tailored gray pants and a black button down shirt. He'd kept the sleeves down, covering the ink on his arms. But he'd left the top button open on his shirt, showing the script going across his chest. Only one word was visible, qualis, which Liz recognized as Latin.
    "Angel," he said in greeting, leaning in to