Park watched his naked approach with interest. “Unless you wanted to just stay in, tonight,” he suggested innocently.

“That sounds nice, too.” Cooper ran his hands over Park’s shoulders, finding the tense spots and pressing them out, arching a little when Park placed a soft, loose kiss against his belly. “Or... I was thinking...maybe we could go somewhere downtown.”

Park jerked back, looking briefly confused—it was not a neighborhood they normally chose to spend time in—before understanding hit. He sighed, a ghost of a whisper against Cooper’s skin. “Somewhere downtown like the Regis, maybe?”

“Why, Mr. Park.” Cooper batted his eyelashes. “Are you suggesting some sort of rendezvous at a hotel? I’m a nearly married man, you know.”

Park stood, dragging his hands over Cooper’s bare skin, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Mmm, so am I. Let’s be bad this one last time and go snoop around a dead blackmailer’s room.”

Cooper smiled. “You know, no one says sweet nothings quite like you.”

The woman at the front desk of the St. Regis Hotel didn’t even blink at their badges, just handed over James Finnigan’s room key with a bored expression. Either they weren’t the first Trust agents to come that day or the typical guest list this place attracted was no stranger to crime. Cooper bet both.

“You know, they do weddings here,” Park said as they made their way through the lobby to the elevators.

Cooper looked around the enormous room packed to the brim with red velvet, gold inlay, and animal skin footstools. “So?” he said.

“So,” Park repeated, calling up the elevator, “if you see something you like here, we can make that happen.”

“We can make that happen,” Cooper repeated. “I’m sorry, when is your audition for Glengarry Glen Ross again? Was it—was that it right there?”

Park shook his head as the doors opened. They stepped into the elevator and he chose the floor. “I just want you to get the wedding you want. Whatever that may be.”

“Okay,” Cooper said. “I appreciate it. And if I ever wake as an aging silent film star obsessed with her past, I might take you up on that. But in the meantime, I’m more likely to want to get married in the sea lion pool, corpse included, than here in this building.”

“It’s your lack of hyperbole that really made me fall in love with you. Wrote half my vows about it.”

Cooper started to shake his head with a smile, then froze. The elevator opened on James’s floor, and Park stepped out and had to turn around and catch the door from closing before Cooper noticed. He stepped out into the hall, a little dazed.

“What’s wrong?” Park asked.

“You haven’t actually written any vows, right?” Cooper asked. “I mean we—we haven’t even set a date.”