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A rush of peace washed over me.
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We dancedat the reception a little while later.
A temporary dance floor had been placed where the chairs and arbor had been for the wedding, and the two of us swayed to the music while the sun sank closer to the horizon.
The storm from the past day had blown over, and it was beautiful out, a breeze teasing at Mila’s hair.
Next to us, Raye danced with her boyfriend, her head on his chest.
Just beyond them, we could see Michelle and Jake as they danced, completely wrapped up in each other.
I looked back at Mila, brushing her hair back from her chest. “I love you,” I told her.
She tipped her head back and smiled up at me. “I love you too.”
She gasped, then giggled as I spun her around with a flourish. “You’ve got some moves on you.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “Maybe a few.”
“And here I was thinking I knew all your moves,” she teased.
“I guess I’ll have to work on some new ones and surprise you.” I kissed her, and she sighed against my lips, sinking into me.
We swayed a few more moments in silence before I asked, “Is that job offer still open?”
She pulled away, peering up at me. “Are you interested?”
“Absolutely.” I pulled her back up against me, tucking her head under my chin. “The job is here. You’re here. So…I want to be here too.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight.
“I think maybe I should give my dad a call and tell him thank you,” she said lightly.
“For what?”
“For sending me you. I love you, Liam.”
Possessiveness burned inside me. Skimming a hand up her back, I cupped her hip and drew her in closer. “I love you too.”
