She snorts. “I would’ve done that on the dreariest day in the ugliest courthouse in America. And it does make me happy. But you know what makes that happiness even more awesome?”

Everything, it seems. “What?”

“Seeing you and Carter!” She groans. “Oh my gosh. You guys are so cute together! Even Mom is loving him, and she wasn’t sure about it, because you know how she feels about Rich.”

How everyone feels about Rich, I think, because Saanvi likes him nearly as much as my parents do.

“But Carter. Damn, girl. No one, and I mean no one, is worried about how fast this thing happened between you two now that we’ve met him.”

Guilt is a dull blade twisting in my gut. “You guys were worried about my relationship?”

“Of course we were! Come on, falling for a pseudo-celebrity who has women chasing after him? Yeah, we were worried. Not now, though.” She waves a hand, as if what she said shouldn’t matter. “I like him. I like that you like him, and I like the way he looks at you. I remember the first time Liam looked at me like that. I’m pretty sure that was the moment I fell in love.”

I laugh. “And how exactly does Carter look at me?”

“Like you’re the first starry night he’s seen in a decade.” She sighs dreamily, hanging on me a little. “Like you’re the moon and he’s the sun.”

“That’s poetic.”

She grins. “I figured you’d rather hear that than the truth.”

I frown. I kind of liked the idea that Carter looked at me like that. “What’s the truth?”

“Like he wants to lick every inch of you and make you come.”

I smack her arm. “Saanvi.”

“You two haven’t done it yet, have you?”

“Saanvi!”

“I can feel the tension. I know you haven’t. Is it him? Does he have like religious reasons for waiting, or . . .” She narrows her eyes. “Or is it you? Maybe after everything . . .” The joy seems to drain out of her in a rush. “Maybe you’re scared to be with someone again.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve been with men since Heath.”

“So why not Carter?”

Why not, indeed? I don’t have a good answer. Not one that doesn’t involve more lies. “We want it to be special,” I finally say, because that feels like the truth.

“Oh my God.” She throws back her head and tugs on her hair with both hands. “That is so hot. But you do other stuff, right?”

“Seriously, stop.” I laugh.

“Come on! Don’t treat me like your innocent baby sister. I’m a grown woman, and I want all the dirty details.”

“No, you don’t.”

She sighs. “Okay, maybe I just want to live vicariously through you. Liam and I decided to do this stupid thing where we don’t do anything more than kiss the last month before the wedding, and I’m dying over here.”

I snort. “I thought you went up to your room to nap this afternoon.”