The Boyfriend Arrangement. Andrea Laurence

if I want to bring him on the trip.”

      “I noticed you RSVP’d for two, but you left off the guest’s name,” Violet said. “I was wondering what that meant.”

      “Yeah, I was hopeful that things would work out for him to come,” Harper continued to lie, noting that after pretending she had money for a decade, pretending to have a boyfriend wasn’t as hard as she’d thought it would be. “But if it fell apart between us, I thought I might bring a friend. Or no one. But things are great and so Sebastian is coming. I’ll give you his information to add to the travel manifest.”

      “I’m eager to meet him,” Emma said. “And intrigued. You haven’t really had much luck dating since you and Quentin broke up. Where did you two meet? He’s not one of your Tinder finds, is he?”

      “Oh, no. Those were a mess. I actually met Sebastian at one of the hospital fund-raisers this winter. The one raising money for the orthopedics center, I think.” That, at least, wasn’t a lie. They had met there. They just hadn’t started dating. “He works with medical equipment. He can tell you more about all that. Anyway, we hit it off and he asked me to dinner. Things have just sort of progressed from there.”

      “Wait,” Violet said, sitting at attention on the sofa. “We were all at that fund-raiser. Do we know him? Sebastian who?”

      “Sebastian West.” Harper was suddenly nervous that maybe they did know him. She and Sebastian hadn’t gotten together to talk yet, so she ran the risk of getting caught not knowing something obvious about him if any of the girls knew who he was. Quentin had recognized his name and company, so it was a possibility.

      Thankfully none of them perked up at hearing his full name. “I doubt any of you know him. He spends more time working than socializing. He’s super smart. I’m excited for you all to meet him.” She grinned wide and hoped she was selling her story.

      “We’re all excited,” Violet echoed as her eyes narrowed at Harper in suspicion. “I can’t wait for Monday.”

      Harper took a large sip of her wine and nodded with feigned enthusiasm. “Me neither.”