Page 73 of The Billionaire Invitation

“He wants more.” Chloe nodded with certainty. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you! You guys belong together. How could he possibly leave for LA when you’re this amazing?”

“I shouldn’t count my chickens.”

“Whose chickens are we counting?” Jaylyn asked as she bellied up to the bar.

Honesty gave Chloe a subtle headshake as Jaylyn ordered champagne.

“That was the best wedding ever!” J handed Chloe a filled glass. “You have a lot to live up to, my friend.”

“Honesty was agreeing that I shouldn’t count my chickens.” Chloe sipped from her flute, her eyes on Honesty. “Who knows when I’ll marry Zander. Or if.”

Honesty mouthed “thank you” to Chloe for bailing her out.

“If? Come on. You two will get married.” Jaylyn spun around with two more champagne glasses and handed Honesty one of them.

Honesty casually searched for Dante and easily found him. He unfolded a napkin from his pocket and studied it earnestly—his makeshift speech.

Her heart galloped in her chest as she imagined him at their wedding, wearing a tuxedo and bow tie, that napkin holding his vows instead of a speech. That handsome frown of concentration a mixture of nervous and excited…

Shit, shit, shit.

After how he’d shown up for her over and over again, after reconnecting with her on a deeply physical and emotional level, and after he’d set aside his personal feelings about his father to selflessly step up for Brody and Reagan—there was no longer a trace of doubt in her mind.

She was absolutely, positively, head-over-heels in love with him.

Again.

For better or worse.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Dante’s speech had been quick, sharp, and had erased any lingering tension in the room.

Honesty was not surprised. She’d seen him in action at the event when they’d reconnected. The man led with confidence, and finished with charm. He was currently surrounded by family while the cake was cut and served.

Octavius instructed the staff to crank up the music, currently set on what Jaylyn referred to as “yacht rock.” She and Simone were dancing in the middle of the room.

Dante excused himself from Brody and Reagan. Then he wove around his mom and sister, and cut a path straight for Honesty. When he arrived, she was holding her champagne flute in both hands and doing her damnedest to keep a genial smile on her face.

Anything to disguise the ripple of panic racing through her bloodstream.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Okay.” She set her flute on the bar and accepted his hand.

“That was some speech,” she said as he pressed his hand to her lower back and pulled her close. “Need me to drive tonight so that you can drink with your fam?”

“I’ll call a driver. Just remember your overnight bag is in my car.”

“Right. That is important.” She’d decided to go with him to the hotel tonight. It was closer to the venue, and he’d just stayed at her place. She was already looking forward to luxuriating in a steamy shower this evening.

He bent his head to kiss her—soft, then not so soft, like he wanted more and wasn’t bothering to hide it.

When he pulled away, she glanced around to see if anyone was watching. But everyone seemed to be having their own moments and paying Honesty and Dante no attention.

“This is quite the change of mood from earlier,” she told him.

“There are a lot of reasons to celebrate. Brody and Reagan are only two of them.” He folded one of her arms so that it rested on his chest and then curled his hand around her smaller one. She could feel his heartbeat through his shirt, and wondered if he was about to tell her the news he’d warned her about.