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I was drawn to her. Connected. Tethered.
“I’m gonna head back over to Marin. You good?”
He held up his beer and gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m good. Everyone loves me, remember?”
It was because of that love that he was so damn scared.
“I’ll see you later.”
I walked up to her just as Millie was joining them.
“You look amazing,” Marin said, giving her a quick hug.
Millie had always been pretty, and the sophisticated black dress she had on showcased all that beauty perfectly.
But it didn’t hold a candle to Marin.
No one did.
“Every time we’re even remotely alone, Aiden tries to untie the laces on the back,” she said, rolling her eyes, but the sly grin on her face told me she wasn’t mad about it. Not at all. “And then he’ll say, ‘Faulty dress, love,’ and act completely innocent.” She mimicked her husband’s accent with surprising accuracy, motioning toward a table where he sat with Jake and Dean. “He’s been trying to get me naked all damn night.”
I coughed into my drink, causing Marin to chuckle.
Really didn’t need to know that.
“Thank you for letting me borrow this,” she said sincerely. “I feel like a movie star.”
“Well, you look stunning in it. You should keep it.”
“What?” Her eyes went wide, looking down at her dress. She’d looked up the designer when Millie loaned it to her. When she told me the cost, I nearly fell out of my chair. I hadn’t known clothes could cost that much. “I couldn’t.”
“You can,” she insisted. “It sat in my closet for years, and I never wore it. Consider it a welcoming gift.”
“Usually, people just bring over a bottle of wine or a pineapple,” she joked.
“Well, I’m a little extra.” She held up her wineglass, saluting us as she began to walk away, but then paused. “Oh, and, Macon? Try not to rip it.”
She didn’t bother waiting for a reply and instead headed for her husband, placing a hand on his shoulder before she slid into his lap.
“I have a feeling this town is gonna get a lot weirder with you in it,” I muttered, completely baffled.
I’d been nearly invisible in this town for years—only brought up when something went wrong—and now, I was having dinner parties with my classmates and being ordered around by old ladies.
All because of her.
I don’t think I’d ever been so damn happy in my whole life.
Her hands wrapped around my waist. She looked up at me and grinned. “No, I think what you meant to say was, it’s gonna get a lot more fun.”
“If you want to have a little fun?—”
“Come on. Let’s go dance.” She laughed.
“Okay.” I winced at the thought. “But I’m warning you, I’m not great at this.”
And by not great, I meant horrible.
Like really fucking horrible.
