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She turns to me, an expectant look in her eyes. "Yes?"
"You're amazing. I'm a simple man with a simple life, I don't have a flashy car or a lot of money to court you properly. But I just have a lot of feelings right now and a lot of things I want to say."
Ally's eyes go wide and before I can say another word she's in my arms. "First of all, don't ever let me hear you say that again. You deserve me and I deserve you. We are both deserving people. We deserve happiness. So don't start. Don't run yourself down, OK?"
I know I shouldn't but I have to kiss her. Hard. On those perfectly made-up lips. I have to clutch her little body against mine and use this kiss to give her a taste of what's coming later. I have to make her feel not just my erection pressed against her — which certainly cannot be ignored at the moment — but how deeply I care about her. Respect her. Worship her. She grips my shoulders and deepens the kiss, releasing a little moan into my mouth. She's driving me crazy.
So crazy, I forget how long we've been kissing like that. Long enough that we're eventually interrupted by a very shaken looking bride.
"Uhm, guys?"
Chapter Sixteen
Ally
This was by far the biggest fuck up of my career.
Sam had told me and the ushers we needed to be on the lookout for any of Wren's family who might try to crash the wedding, especially her mother. And what did we do? Start making out on the porch.
It all turned out OK. Wren wasn't angry, and we arranged for her mother to attend the wedding with her brother, but her mother's boyfriend had to leave or stay in the car.
Between me feeling so apologetic that I'm thinking of returning the money Sam paid me for this event and eating all the costs of the supplies, and Smitty getting read the riot act by Sam, I'm wondering if Smitty and I should have pressed pause on our feelings from the beginning.
Although I'm extremely happy for Wren and Sam, I stand through the ceremony with a numb feeling in my gut. I feel Smitty's eyes on me throughout, but whenever I look his way, I feel a fresh wave of guilt.
After the cake is cut and the music is queued up, I feel like I should go quietly. I start to walk to my car. My assistant will get my binder and headset. The crew will tear down the tables and chairs. There's nothing left for me to do here, and it's probably best if I don't cast a pall on the rest of the day for everyone.
"Where are you going?"
I pause in my tracks. "Home."
"Let's dance. I need to talk to you."
"I should go. I don't want to do any more damage to this lovely event than I already have. I'll call
you later to talk, OK?" I start to walk away again.
Smitty blocks my way and I have to stop. The field is filled with cars, heaving me nowhere to run. "Listen," he says. "You're going back to that wedding, and you're going to dance with me. And we are going to talk."
I gather up my intestinal fortitude and go with him. Smitty doesn't play the alpha card often, I can tell that about him. So when he's so insistent, I feel the need to listen.
It's almost too much to take. Even though Sam and Wren are completely over my mistake, I feel so bad about it and I know what Smitty is going to say. Before he can begin, I feel I should help him out. "Look, I know I've done something to damage your relationship with Sam, so I understand if you want to… if you want to… take a break from me."
His arms wrapped around me ignite a warm feeling of being protected and wanted, despite my good wedding planner judgment that tells me to go, and not to linger a reminder to everyone of the debacle I caused.
"Ally, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I don't want a break from you. Sam will get over it. He is over it. He's happy. Wren has already forgiven you."
"I fucked up so bad," I say.
"Hey," he says. "Stop beating yourself up. Nobody beats up on the woman I love."
I finally look up at him, thunderstruck. "What did you say?"
He laughs that funny laugh of his. "Did I shock you? Did I shock you with my love?"
I shake my head. "Smitty."
"I. Love. You. OK? Now get your ass in my truck."
