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your name,” he said to George.
    â€œAre you serious?” Crystal said. “How could you forget Jonathan?”
    â€œBecause he’s not Jonathan,” Michael said. “This is his brother.”
    â€œOh.” She studied George. “Identical twins?”
    â€œHe’s eight years older than me, actually,” George said apologetically.
    She pressed her lips together, then said, “Huh. Well, good night.” They left.
    â€œYou know what the easiest thing would be?” I said to George. “For you just to be Jonathan for the rest ofthe weekend. Especially since you don’t seem to like correcting people.”
    â€œI couldn’t correct Michael Marquand,” he said. “He discovered Dense Keys.”
    â€œWho or what is that?”
    â€œAre you kidding me? Ellie, you’re a Philistine. How can you know so little about music when your stepfather is Luke Weston?”
    â€œI don’t know. We talk about other stuff, I guess.” We headed down the wide, carpeted stairway that led to the pool-level lower floor.
    George said, “So who’s Aaron and why are we so happy he’s coming to LA?”
    â€œHe’s Michael’s son by his first wife.”
    â€œSo the wife I just met is number two?”
    â€œThree, actually. There was this young actress in between.”
    â€œCrystal isn’t exactly old .”
    â€œThis one was even younger. I believe the words ‘cradle robbing’ were used, but I’m not telling you by who, except it was my mom. It didn’t last long.”
    The hallway at the bottom of the stairs ended in glass doors that led out to the back of the resort. George held one open for me and I stepped through. “Wow, it’s really beautiful here.” I stopped to look around. Torches were lit all around us, outlining the paths to the pool and the beach, and their flickeringglow tinged everything burnt orange. Palm tree leaves stirred against the blue-black sky. You could hear the ocean from where we were, but the sound was just a gentle rise and fall behind the uneven clash of voices laughing and talking from the patio restaurant. I breathed in the salty-smoky air and closed my eyes briefly to enjoy it. “Why is anyone inside when they could be out here? Why would anyone be anywhere else in the world right now?”
    â€œYeah, it’s pretty nice.”
    I glanced over my shoulder and he was watching me, but his gaze quickly shifted away. “I know what you’re thinking,” I said.
    â€œI doubt it.”
    â€œYou’re gloating because you were right—this is just as good as Tahiti would have been. Maybe even better.” I flung my hand around. “I mean, this is perfect. You can’t get better than perfect, can you?”
    â€œI didn’t deliberately not choose Tahiti because you wanted it, you know. This was the best choice for a lot of reasons.”
    â€œStill, you were right and I was wrong. I admit it. Now let us never speak of it again. Want to go down to the beach?”
    â€œYeah.” As we walked along the curving path, he said, “You never finished telling me about Michael’s son. Do you know him?”
    â€œHe’s my future husband.”
    â€œReally? What crime did he commit to deserve a sentence like that?”
    â€œDon’t be mean. We’re like the same exact age and his father and Luke are best friends. And—” I stopped. If I’d been with one of my girlfriends, I might have also said something about how Aaron had grown from a reasonably cute tween when I first met him to one of the best-looking guys in the world. I’d seen him briefly a few months ago when he was visiting his father and he kind of took my breath away. He had gotten tall and broad-shouldered and his hair was this bronze color and wavy, and he had these light blue eyes and this perfect jaw. . . .
    â€œAnd . . . ?” George