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“Slow down, bucko,” I say, gripping his bicep as he spins me.
“Sorry, I just can’t believe it. She married me, Calista!” He slows us slightly, but the man must’ve taken dance lessons because I’m constantly being spun out and pulled back into him.
“I was there. You’re one lucky bastard.”
He leans forward, champagne on his breath. “I know.”
“So I don’t have to give you the ‘if you hurt her, I’ll kill you’ speech?”
He points at his feet as they move across the floor, and when the song changes, he takes me by one hand, his other on the small of my back. “She’s my world. I’ll never do anything to hurt her.”
I smile, knowing it’s the truth. The man has been in love with her since she first told him he’d better ask her out before she decided to go out with someone else.
“What about my boy?” he asks.
I catch Rylan’s eye as he leans against the bar, watching us. “Your boy is going back to Chicago.”
He shrugs. “I heard.”
Rylan’s been so affectionate the past few days, and he keeps saying little things about small-town life. They aren’t negatives like I’m used to. I can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s changed his mind about staying until the season starts.
“So that’s it for you two?” Declan asks.
I look back at Rylan, and he tips his drink to me. “Another chapter in our book. Yeah. That’s it.”
“You guys are a terrible romance novel,” Declan says with a shake of his head.
I never thought about that, but he’s right. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
I look over again, and this time, Rylan isn’t there. Declan is spinning me so much I get dizzy.
“Where did you learn to dance?” I ask.
“Aubrey found a coupon for some place. I know, I’m a natural, right?”
“Does a natural dance come with a warning? ‘May get whiplash.’”
He laughs, thinking I’m joking. I smile when I see a tall figure behind Declan, tapping him on the shoulder.
“I’ve let you borrow my girl long enough,” Rylan says.
Declan slides out of my hold. “I have to find my bride. God, I love being able to say that.”
He circles around, but before I’m in Rylan’s arms, Declan’s already distracted by some family member wishing him congratulations.
“If I Ain’t Got You” by Alicia Keys plays, and Rylan offers me his hand.
“Depends. Do you have the same moves as your best friend?” I nod toward Declan.
He laughs. “Sadly, no.”
I place my hand in his. “Then I’m all yours.”
Rylan smiles, drawing me in and holding me close. His scent is as intoxicating as ever.
“You look very dashing tonight in your tuxedo.”
He spins me. “You look gorgeous, and if I went into specifics about what this dress does to me, your dad would probably knock me out.”
