“You do?” Her fingers brushed through the hair at the nape of his neck. “And if all I want is you? And for you to love me.”
“Done.”
“No moving. Cady’s already convinced half of Greyson I should handle their books.”
“This is what you want?” His voice was low.
“As long as we have each other.” She paused, the emotions she’d been fighting for so long clogging her throat. “I have exactly what I want.”
He pulled her closer, swaying to the music. “I didn’t know how much I’d missed you until you waved that poker at me on the front porch.”
“I didn’t wave it at you,” she argued, laughing.
“Nothing has ever scared me like thinking I’d lost you again.”
She stared up at him. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” He kissed her lips. “And you love me?”
“I love you,” she said between kisses.
“Now, let’s talk about that rain check.” He ran his thumb along her lower lip.
“No more talking,” she said, pulling his mouth to hers.
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