Ms. Birdie gave him a warm smile. “Your wife was just about to be given the details of her debut assignment as the CEO of The Fairy Godmother Project.”
“It’s not to talk me into taking on the task of starting a Fairy Godfather Project, is it?” he asked. “Because I’ve told you, I need more time to consider.”
“I would not bore her with such an easy assignment.” With that, Ms. Birdie turned to Lux. “Lux, why don’t we table this conversation until tomorrow, and you two love birds go dance?”
“You don’t have to twist my arm,” Scott said, tugging Lux toward the dance floor.
“Have I told you tonight how great your ass looks in those pants?” she asked him, leaning to the side and ogling his butt.
“Not as great as yours looks in that dress.” He pulled her into his arms and nipped her earlobe. “Now, tell me, Doc. Who is your first FGP assignment and what is her greatest need?”
“I have no idea,” Lux admitted. “But whoever it is, they are somehow connected to Molly Thorn, who can communicate with spirits.”
“God help us all.” He chuckled as he twirled her out and back into his arms.
Lux leaned into Scott’s embrace, her heart beating in tandem with the rhythm of his. “Honestly,” she mused, glancing up at him. “I can’t wait to tackle whatever the Fairy Godmother Project throws at me. I think I’m really going to like my new career.”
Scott dropped a tender kiss on her mouth. “Whatever it is,” he murmured, “you’ll shine, and Ms. Birdie’s nonprofit will have another win to add to its large tally.”
“With the spirit world now in her arsenal,” Lux mused, “I see that list quickly overflowing.”
He laughed. “Between curses, superstitions, spirits, and fairy godmothers, we’re definitely never going to be one of those boring couples.”
“That we’re not,” she agreed, smiling from an overwhelming sense of pure happiness.
They stopped dancing and glanced around.
“Don’t look now,” Scott murmured, “but the Glam Team are over by the bar smiling at us like proud parents.”
Lux turned and glanced at her friends. “They are looking rather smug.” She gave them a jaunty wave before refocusing her attention on her husband.
Scott raised a hand and fingered one of the dangling emerald earrings he’d gifted her earlier this evening. “Did you ever think our story would be one of love, laughter, and unexpected adventures?”
She touched the matching pendant at her throat and gave him a wicked grin. “You mean as opposed to a story of a fair maiden and a prince with a broken—”
His lips crashed down on hers, silencing her sassy reply.
“Ewww. Get a room already,” Ziggy said in the background. “I’m blushing over here, and red is not my color.”
“You heard the order,” Scott said, scooping her up in his arms, and turning to stride away like a man off to battle.
She batted her eyelashes. “Why Prince Landshire, are you whisking me away to do nefarious things?”
“Absolutely,” he said in a sexy, growly voice that had her swooning with anticipation.
“Then, by all means, carry on.” She rested her head against the strong shoulder of her very own dashing prince—a living testament to the fairy tale that even undreamt dreams can, and do, come true.
