“Meaning?”
“I Googled him to figure out what leverage I could use. Turns out his website is really awful, so I offered to help him with the design,pro bono.”
I shake my head, pulling him toward me and showing him just how much I appreciate him. He accepts my gratitude willingly, drawing us behind the stone pillar again.
When we pull apart a few minutes later, the song is shifting from a slow dance to a more defined beat. They’re using the sound system, but it’s Austin’s voice that starts singing.
Jack squeezes my waist, his eyes lighting up.
“You want to go dance to Usher, don’t you?”
He makes puppy dog eyes and nods.
I sigh like it’s a sore trial to join Jack on the dance floor. “Come on, then.”
He grins and jogs toward the dance floor, leading me by the hand. All but a few old people are boogying on there.
“Looks like you’re not the only Usher fan,” I say over the music.
“Of course I’m not.” He pulls us into the space next to Madi and Rémy and spins me around. “I’ll make you into one, too, by the end of this song. Show me what you’ve got, Sheppard.”
I smile and do as I’m told because guess what?
Right now, I’ve got it all.
EPILOGUE
SIENA
Standingon the grass in the front yard of Jack’s new house, the November breeze sends a trickle of chills across my skin. I watch as Jack hefts a couple of boxes from the moving truck out of his way and lifts another. He glances up as he gets to the bottom of the ramp.
“Hey, no more slacking!” he says as he approaches with a big cardboard box in his arms.
I laugh and walk toward him. “Is a girl not allowed to admire the views?”
His eyebrows rise, and a grin spreads his mouth wide. “Is that what you were doing? Well, in that case…” He shifts the box to his right hand and raises it up and down like he’s at the gym.
I fold my arms across my chest and knit my brows. “Your form could use some work.” Lies. He is perfection.
“Is that right?” He wraps his free hand around my waist and pulls me ruthlessly toward him. “How’s this form?”
It’s impossible not to grin like a fool when Jack’s around, so I don’t even try to resist. “Still lacking,” I say, our faces two inches apart.
He tosses the box on the grass, and my mouth drops open. Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy, but it’s also reckless. Those are his belongings.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and brushes his lips against mine. “Don’t worry, they’re just clothes,” he whispers. “How’s my form now?”
“Much better,” I eke out before he kisses me.
“All right, all right, you two.”
We break apart and turn our heads toward Troy, who’s coming out of the house, Tori right behind him. “I agreed to help Jack move into his new place, not be forced into voyeurism.”
Troy is being purposely difficult. He loves to give Jack a hard time, but the fact that he found this place and acted as Jack’s real estate agent speaks clearly enough about how he truly feels.
Jack kisses me again for good measure, then picks up the box of clothes. “Jealousy’s not a good color on you.”
“Which is why I never wear it.” Troy jogs up the ramp. “Especially not when a guy is kissing my sister.”
