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“Thank you.”
He let out a little laugh and asked, “What?”
“Thank you…for loving me.”
His expression changed, his arms closed around me, and he kissed me.
Chloe and Judge’s dance was pure beauty. Tom and Chloe’s dance was incredibly sweet.
It was when Judge danced with Dru that things got interesting.
Because, before the song was over, he stopped, led Dru to a table where Nora was sitting, let Dru go and offered his hand to Nora. And it was clear Dru knew this was going to happen, but Nora did not.
Nora Ellington, of the Manhattan Ellingtons, old money, big money, and total class, blushed a pretty pink and took his hand.
Judge led her to the dance floor to finish out the mother/son dance.
My gaze flew to Jamie who was staring at his son dancing with his platonic companion, making a massive statement that not one soul under that tent missed. I saw that Jamie had a look on his face I couldn’t read, and I tried.Hard.
“Are you dying right now?” Hale whispered on a tease in my ear.
I couldn’t report this to anyone, not a soul outside people at this wedding, so I was already dead.
“You think Jamie will take the hint?” I asked.
“We can only hope.”
I loved it that he said that because that was what I thought.
The next song, Hale led me to the dance floor.
And we started to practice for our big show.
* * *
Two weeks later…
I walked into the office,and it was early. Zoey was the only one there.
She saw me and immediately hopped up and made her way toward me.
I knew why.
There was a massive stuffed lion sitting on my desk. It was a little ratty, definitely old, and from what I could see from where I stood, well loved.
And it freaked me out because I’d never seen it before, and I had no idea why it was sitting on my desk.
I stopped where I was when I saw it and asked, “What the hell is that?”
“Okay, this guy came. You just missed him. He was hot. When I say that I mean, he washawt. I honestly think I passed out for a second standing, listening to him talk, he was that hot. He also had an accent, which made him hotter.”
“Zo, cut to the chase,” I ordered.
“He says you’ll know. He told me to take a picture of him, which wasnota hardship, and that you were to give that lion to Hale, and you’d know. Look.” She was holding up her phone.
I felt a shiver when, on her phone, I saw a picture of the man who subdued Marcia Dabrowski and maybe saved my life.
Rhys Vaughan.
