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I looked up at Will. “I can make that happen if your dad says it's okay.”
Killian’s eyes widened as he turned to his father. This kid was begging his dad, with every fiber of his being, for a pair of Converse.
“I wouldn’t even know where to buy Converse,” I admitted lightly to Holden as he appeared beside me.
He looked at his watch. “Showing starts at four, we have time to make it to the valley and back.”
“Salt Lake?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not. It may be fun.”
“Or . . .” Will stepped in. “We can go to the shoe store next door, and get them some knock-offs because they are kids and will outgrow them eventually.”
“Daddy no, I want to match Uncle Daxton.” Killian gave him the best pouty lip of all time. It beat out my own nieces as she was begging Jacob. Jacob always—always—gave into his daughter. It was a wonder Will was holding on so strong.
“Ah, come on, we have time before Aunt Jamie’s showing. Plus, the shoes are on me.” I patted Killian’s shoulder. “Who wants to ride with me?”
“I do! I do!” Killian and Phillip shouted at the same time.
“Did I just win your kids over?” I asked Will as we pushed the kids out to the parking lot.
“Seems like it. You sure you can drive to Salt Lake?”
“Not a problem, plus, Jamie will get a kick out of it.”
“Tie, check. Chucks, check. Young Phillip”—I looked at the two kids next to me in my bathroom, dressed to the nines with their matching red converses—“Young Killian, I say we are ready to go woo your aunt.”
“Woo her?” Killian stuck his tongue out. “Why would we want to woo Auntie Jamie?”
“Because, I really like your Auntie Jamie, and if you really like a girl you never ever stop wooing her.” I grabbed my comb and ran it through my hair one last time.
“Like Daddy still woos Mommy.” Phillip looked at his brother.
“Exactly. Now, are you boys going to help me woo your Auntie?”
They both nodded at the same time at the exact same speed.
“Alright then, let’s go.”
Like most of the days here in Park City, it was snowing. Large, big flakes fell from the sky, creating the perfect magical feel as we walked into the gallery. There were already so many people there for the opening day of the festival, but my eyes landed on the only important person in the room.
Jamie stood next to her painting with her hands clasped together in front of her as she spoke with someone. Every now and then she would turn her body to look at the sunflowers and mountain landscape.
She was absolutely, without a doubt, the sexiest person in the room. The black dress she wore left little to the imagination, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the black headband creating that certain waterfall effect. The heels that I knew all too well accentuated her gorgeous legs, making everything about her simply flawless.
I couldn’t help but remember the first time I ever saw her. Then the second. Then the night at Milo’s wedding. All those small seconds led me to this point and it took all my strength not to go to her, wrap her in my arms, and kiss her.
I felt a familiar tug on my shirt, and looked down to see Killian staring up at me. “Uncle Daxton, go woo her.”
I chuckled. “You coming with me?”
He nodded, grabbed my hand, and led me over to Jamie. The couple she was talking with said their goodbyes as we approached, and her attention turned to us. Her eyes lit up as we got closer. Shewas the star of the gallery, everything about her shined. This was her night.
“You came!” She smiled as she took Killian in her arms for a hug.
“Did you doubt we would?”
“No, not at all, but, man, you were cutting it close.” She stood back up, releasing her nephew to lean towards me, giving me the smallest kiss on the lips. Just the softest touch and my body lit up.
