Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)(64)

Margot patted her pocket, double-checking that she had her room key and cell before locking up. “I heard back from the DJ, by the way,” Olivia said as they stepped inside the elevator. “He has the set list, along with the song requests from the RSVP Google Form—that’s a relief.”

“I told you.” Margot kicked Olivia’s shin lightly. “You were worrying over nothing.”

Olivia blew out her breath. “You’re right. I’m just—nervous? Everything has to be perfect.”

“It’s not even your wedding, Liv.” Margot laughed.

“I know that.” Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear, worrying her bottom lip. Margot itched to reach out and draw that lip from between her teeth. Giving in to the urge, she skimmed her hand along Olivia’s jaw, cupping the side of Olivia’s face, and rubbed the pad of her thumb along Olivia’s bottom lip, gasping when Olivia’s tongue darted out against her skin. Olivia smiled impishly.

Margot dropped her hand with a shaky laugh. “Tease.”

Olivia’s smile wavered at the edges. “Brendon’s been a loyal client of my boss’s for years, and she’s trusting me to make sure this wedding goes off without a hitch. You have no idea how I had to actually beg for Lori to let me have this.” Olivia scratched her eyebrow with her thumbnail. “That’s not even taking into account that I actually like Annie and Brendon. Even if my career weren’t riding on this wedding being a success, I’d still want everything to be perfect because they deserve it.”

The fact that Olivia cared about Margot’s friends, about the people she cared about, the people she’d do anything for . . . that pushed buttons Margot didn’t even know she had. She had to swallow twice before she could speak. “I know Annie and Brendon appreciate everything you’ve done. You’ve been . . . amazing.”

Olivia ducked her chin. “It’s nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing. Olivia’s selflessness, her endless capacity to care, made her so fucking special.

Margot’s heart made a new home inside her throat. “It’s not. You have no idea how—”

The elevator dinged, the doors opening, saving Margot from word-vomiting her feelings all over Olivia.

Olivia made no move to leave the elevator, instead staring at Margot with wide eyes. Her lashes beat against her cheek with every blink, seeming to match the frantic fluttering of Margot’s pulse at the base of her throat.

“I have no idea what?” Olivia whispered.

Margot gulped, the sound embarrassingly loud inside the small space, even with the elevator doors open. “How amazing you are.” Fuck. Too much. “You know.” Margot coughed. “At what you do.”

Olivia’s eyes darted over Margot’s face. One corner of her mouth rose. “Thanks, Margot.”

A throat cleared. A man stood outside the elevator, one hand braced against the elevator door, holding it open. He smiled tightly.

“Shit,” Margot muttered. “Sorry.”

She hurried out of the elevator, taking a second to get her bearings once she reached the lobby.

“I think the restaurant’s this way.” Olivia wrapped her fingers around Margot’s elbow, gently tugging her toward the left. Around the corner was a hostess stand, empty, a chalkboard sign proclaiming that visitors could seat themselves. Margot stepped through the door and glanced around looking for—

“Margot!”

At the back of the restaurant, occupying a long table, were her friends. And Luke. Elle stood partway, hovering over her chair, one hand braced against the table, the other waving them over.

Two empty seats remained, both together, Elle to one side, Luke to the other. Making a split-second decision she was likely to regret, Margot slid into the seat beside Luke, leaving the chair beside Elle for Olivia.

“First one to bed and last one awake?” Brendon grinned.

“It, um, took me a while to fall asleep,” Margot said, stealing a quick glance at Olivia from the corner of her eye. “I don’t know. I kept tossing and turning.”

Elle choked on her orange juice.

Margot frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Elle croaked, accepting a napkin from Darcy.

Luke leaned his forearms on the edge of the table, peering around Margot. “How about you, Liv? I, uh, knocked on your door this morning.” He smiled at her, adorably lopsided, and Margot’s chest clenched. Liv? Since when did anyone call Olivia Liv, but her? That was Margot’s nickname. Hers, not his. “You must be a heavy sleeper.”

Olivia blushed and nodded quickly. “I am.”

Margot reached for her glass of water at the same time Olivia did, their fingers brushing above the table.

“Sorry.” She slid Olivia’s glass toward her, taking a quick sip from her own before setting it to the right side of her place setting.

How ridiculous was it that she’d had her hands and mouth all over Olivia, had used her fingers to drive Olivia wild, and still the simplest touch made her jolt like she’d stuck her finger in a damn light socket?

Elle cleared her throat. “We all already ordered. Mar, I went ahead and ordered you your usual.” By usual, Margot was willing to bet Elle meant pancakes and bacon, Margot’s go-to no matter where she ate out. Elle flashed Olivia an apologetic smile. “I would’ve ordered something for you, but I had no idea what you wanted. I told our waitress to—oh, here she is.”