of everything.” She smirked. “There isn’t one problem he doesn’t solve without throwing money at it.”
“I’m not sure I’m a problem he needs to solve.” She applied her lipstick, hoping Ava would leave her alone.
“You’re not his type.” Ava moved to stand next to her and stared at her in the mirror. “You have to know that.”
“No, I think you fall into that category considering he’s spending the weekend with me.” Don’t make me go Brooklyn on you, bitch.
“You’re a plaything for him. Really, what else could you be? He’s slumming.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Exactly. Where did he find you?”
“You can’t stand the fact he’s moved on, and with someone you can’t find any information on.” Coda tried to keep her composure. The last thing she wanted to do was lash out and hit this twit. “Spencer wants me and that makes you crazy.”
“He doesn’t want you. When this weekend is over you’ll be a thing of the past. You’ll go back to doing whatever it was you were doing. I’ll still be here. Spencer knows why we need to be together. He’s rebelling, but eventually he’ll do what’s right for his company. He always does.”
“Being with you is right for the agency?”
“It’s right for both of our families. My grandfather wants to retire. He’d feel better knowing I was by Spencer’s side. I get who he is. I’m a Carrington, he’s a Cannon. We’re meant for one another.”
“This really isn’t my concern. I think your grandfather needs to have a long talk with Spencer. You’re the only one holding out hope. You should stop wasting your time.”
Coda heard the vibration of Ava’s phone. Ava retrieved it from her purse and checked her message. “Well, that’s interesting.” She raised her head and smiled at Coda. “I’m not the least bit worried about you.”
“You should get a life.” Coda made her way to the exit.
“After tomorrow you’ll be a thing of the past in more ways than one.” Ava laughed. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Coda returned to the bar, took her drink from Spencer, and chugged it.
“Um, thirsty?” He grinned in amusement.
“Annoyed. Can I have another?” She set her empty glass down on the bar.
“First you better tell me what happened.”
“Ava cornered me in the bathroom.”
“Sorry.” He motioned for the bartender to refill her glass. “I hope she wasn’t too—”
“Bitchy,” she finished for him. “She was, but I can handle her. We convinced her. She’s upset because she thinks you’ve moved on.”
“I have.” He ran his finger along her arm. “Not because I brought you here.”
“Of course not.” She sipped the second glass of champagne. Did he have to remind her this was a charade? She was perfectly happy with living in the sham for another twelve hours.
“I want you to know I don’t move from relationship to relationship. I haven’t been with Ava or anyone else in five months.”
“I know, you’re a busy man.” She swirled her glass around and watched as the bubbles floated to the top. He’d never promised her anything. She wouldn’t let Ava ruin her night. She still had one more evening to fulfill. She wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
As Spencer was going to reply to her statement, the catering manager came in and announced dinner was about to be served.
“Come on.” She took his hand. “Let’s go sit down.”
He followed close behind her, kissing the back of her neck as they went.
AFTER ANOTHER FABULOUS meal and all of the wedding traditions, the band turned up the music and most of the younger set took to the dance floor. Spencer spoiled Coda with a few slow dances but declined when the music really started. He left her on the floor with Tyler while he went to speak to his grandfather.
Coda waved to him as Tyler pulled her into the center of the floor. “What’s the rush?” she yelled so he could hear her over the loud thump of the bass.
“No way is my brother going to give me more than three minutes with you.” He grinned and she could see how much he resembled his older sibling. “I’m taking all I can get now.” He moved closer to her and showed off his very skilled dance moves.
“Where did you learn to move like this?”
“I still frequent the Manhattan scene.” He took her hand and spun her around so his chest was against her back. “You got the old Cannon. Not the cool, younger one.”
“I like the one I got.” She giggled when he