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blank. He was probably suspicious that this was a Girl Trick, so I tried to reassure him. “I’m serious. Doesn’t it ever feel like there’s a noose around your neck and the second you walk down the aisle, there goes the slipknot?” I sensed that this conversation wasn’t going very well, so I tried to turn it into a joke to loosen the tension (so to speak). To say that I’d misjudged the situation was an understatement.
    â€œNope, I don’t,” Sam said, shutting his computer and abandoning our couch nest of blankets and brown recyclable containers. “Night, Emma. I’m going to bed.” As he walked by me, I tried to pull him back down to the couch to give him a hug.
    â€œBuddy, are you upset?” I said, hanging on his arm. “It’s not you, it’s marriage in general. I love
you
. You know that. I thought maybe you felt the same way and wanted to talk about it.”
    He gave me a look that accurately noted this was bullshit. “It’s okay, Em. I’m tired.”
    He was quiet for a couple days after that, and I engaged in the typical monkey dance of trying to make your mate less mad at youwithout actually addressing what’s wrong. Eventually everything smoothed over and we went back to normal, but I still felt bad every time I thought about it.
    The uncertain feeling still hadn’t gone away. It wasn’t about Sam, exactly. It was more about me, and the decision to commit my life to one direction, closing off all the others. And even more than that, Sam’s decision to choose me. What if he changed his mind as soon as I got used to the idea? I found it utterly terrifying. Which led me back to marriage in general. How was it possible to ensure that such an unlikely plan would succeed?
    Still, I wasn’t ready to talk about any of it. Once I told Liv, it would be real. We would have to talk about it. And what if, after we analyzed it, I didn’t feel better? Then what? No, all I wanted out of tonight was tapas, sangria, and some hilarious pickup lines from Dante that Liv and I would quote for years to come. That, at least, was foreseeable.

CHAPTER 4
    â€œE mma Moon!” Dante jumped up from his seat and wrapped me in a bear hug as Liv and I entered the bar. “One week until you’re my best-friend-in-law.”
    Dante was always incredibly sweet to me, most likely because we never had and never would have the opportunity to hook up.
    â€œAnd of course, the gorgeous Olivia, in from the big city, I presume. How are you, darling? What can I get you two to drink?” Turning to Liv and giving her a kiss on both cheeks that each lasted a split second too long, he was instantly back in player mode.
    After hugging Sam hello, Liv and I made our way around the high-top table and sat on bar stools in the crowded restaurant, Gjelina, hers next to Dante and mine next to Sam. The place was packed. It was the best restaurant in Venice, which meant longwaits, incredible food, and frighteningly attractive hostesses. I loved it. I’d been going there for years, since I first moved to town and Val, one of Sam’s producers, took me there.
    I pushed her from my mind as soon as she entered it. After Sam sold his movie and introduced us, Val became my first friend in L.A., before she’d casually dismissed me from her life, quit her job, and moved to San Francisco to work as an executive at Gilt City without even telling me, presumably suffering the same Emma Moon disillusionment my mother had.
    I brought myself back to the present and tried to adjust my skirt to hide the hideous pancake my thighs became when met with a tall chair with no footrest. Sam, however, didn’t seem to notice. He was focused on my face, leaning in for a kiss, his adorable half smile just a few inches away. I leaned in and felt the same jolt of electricity I did every time his lips touched mine.
    Sam looked the same now as he did on the softball field