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Saoirse laughed. “I’m always relieved when you wear actual pants to work.”
Miles rocked back on his heels. “Jesus, will you let that drop? I wore shortsone time—”
“To a meeting with a prospective client,” she added.
His eyes narrowed. “We don’t know that my shorts were the reason they didn’t sign with us.”
“I’m sure they didn’t help. You justhadto show off your calves.”
I nuzzled my nose into her hair. “To be fair, Miles does have exceptionally nice calves.”
Saoirse slapped my shoulder. “Don’t encourage him.”
Miles finger gunned me. “Thanks, man. Always knew you were a real one. Now, I’ll leave you two in peace to christen the office or whatever you were doing before I walked in here.”
Saoirse groaned at his retreating back. “If I didn’t love him, I’d kill him,” she muttered.
“IfIdidn’t loveyou, I’d kill him for being loved by you,” I said.
I stole another kiss, then she was off again, expelling her nervous energy by pacing and speaking with the caterers. It wasn’t often that Saoirse got nervous, but this was important to her.
She’d been like this before our vow renewal too. My mother had gotten her wish. Saoirse had let her help plan a celebration for our one-year anniversary. It had been a lot more low-key than she probably would have liked, but we all ended up happy.
Connell got his first dance with his daughter.
Elena helped my mother plan everything with baby Phoebe on her hip.
Hannah sprinkled flowers, and Caleb passed out programs. And while Caleb wasn’t fully on board with me, he’d been calling me small less and less these days, so I took that as a sign I was winning him over. He had even lowered himself to having a sleepover at our condo twice in the last year. I figured one or two more times, and he’d be putty in my hands.
I picked up the frame from Saoirse’s desk. There were two photos side by side. One from our wedding where we were laughing with each other. The second was at our vow renewal in Wyoming. Saoirse had worn her pink dress with a flower tucked behind her ear. She took my breath away, always, but that dress had done a fucking number on me. I’d already asked her to wear it for me every year. Since she was a good girl, she very easily said “yes.” She’d definitely get something out of the experience. Multiple somethings.
I ran my finger over the picture of us in Wyoming. We’d said our vows in a rustic chapel on the ranch in front of fifty friends and family, sun streaming through the stained-glass windows, giddy smiles on our faces.
It hadn’t been a do-over. We hadn’t needed one of those. The first time had been perfect because it was what had made usus.
Standing in front of everyone at the renewal had only reaffirmed what we had already worked out for ourselves: we chose each other, and we would keep choosing each other until our last sunset.
