“Nope. I’m right. And your destiny is walking up to us right now.”
She turned just as Colt stopped at the table.
“Hey.”
Sexy voice. Sexy tight shirt over his too-hot-to-look-at muscles. Life really was unfair. “Hey yourself.”
“I didn’t know you were coming out tonight.”
She lifted a shoulder. “Last-minute decision. But I’m not alone. I brought Clara.”
Noah arrived at the table next and bumped Clara’s hip. “Hey, cousin.”
“Well, if it isn’t Noah Hayes.” She bumped his hip back.
“Can I get you a huckleberry martini?” Colt asked her, voice low.
Her heart gave a little thump that he remembered her order. But of course he remembered it. He knew her better than anyone else in this world.
Noah smiled at Clara. “Want me to get you an apple juice?”
She grinned at him. “Aw, you remember that I don’t drink!”
“Of course I do—you’re my favorite cousin.”
Clara rolled her eyes. “Bet you say that to my brothers too.”
“Uh-huh, but I only mean it with you.”
Clara chuckled and started talking to Noah about her brothers, as Colt lowered his lips to Indie’s ear. “Dance with me.”
Her heart did one of those skip-a-beat things. She looked up and immediately regretted it, because his lips were right there, and man oh man, they looked kissable. “We shouldn’t.”
“Says who?”
“The laws of attraction in combination with us moving very slowly together.”
“Indie Reed…is that you admitting that you’re attracted to me?”
“You will never catch me saying those words out loud—your head will get far too big.”
The corners of his lips lifted before he lowered his head even farther, his mouth brushing her ear as he whispered again, “Dance with me.”
A small shudder coursed down her spine. And when he took her hand, she completely forgot that she shouldn’t be following him. She forgot about going slow and being careful and just went where he took her.
When they reached the dance floor, he held her against him, so close that there was nothing to breathe in but him. Nothing to feel but his arms around her.
And suddenly she was thrown back in time. To before infertility had darkened their lives. Before the stress of everything had dragged them down. To when it had just been them.
She allowed herself to lean into him and borrow some of his strength.
He lowered his mouth to her ear again. “You feel good too.”
Too? Had she said he felt good out loud? Or was he just doing that reading-her-mind thing?
She swallowed. “Who are the group of guys?”
“Randy’s construction team. They’re doing the work for the park.”
