Chapter 76

~Liv

We piled into Brett's car fast, dodging the last of those pushy reporters yelling questions like "Liv, when's the wedding?" and "Rowan, any comment on the fake crash charges?" but Rowan just flipped them off through the window, laughing his ass off, "Let 'em speculate, we're out," and Brett floored it, tires screeching as we peeled away from the bridge, petals still stuck in my hair from that insane helicopter drop, my hand heavy with the ring that felt too real, too sparkly, staring at it in the backseat like it might vanish if I blinked.

By the time we crashed through Brett's door, the adrenaline was dumping out of all of us hard, Rowan groaning as he flopped onto the couch, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and slapping it on his cheek where the bruise was turning purple for real, "Ow, shit, that fall wasn't all fake, my stunt guy's a sadist," and I just stood there in the living room, dazed as hell, twisting the diamond on my finger, it catching the light and throwing ra