“How?” I ask. “When?” I look at Katie and Aiden, who have their arms around each other, watching the show they obviously planned. “What? I’m so confused.”
Zoe rubs her lips together, her extreme nervousness spilling from her like Niagara Falls, a deluge of emotion from such a tiny person.
She holds her arms out to her sides. “Surprise …” she says, less confident than her normal stubborn self.
“Have you been here the whole time?” I finally get out.
“I flew in this morning.” She glances down at the flowers I’m still holding.
“Oh yeah. Sorry. I think these are for you.” I hand them to her, but don’t move, still trying to process that she’s here, at my sister’s wedding, in Montana.
She takes them from me, then turns to leave, holding them out to her side, then dropping them. “This was a bad idea.”
I reach for her. “You’re just going to leave?”
“And you’re just going to stand there?”
I grin, loving that I hit her fight button.
She points at me. “Don’t grin right now. How can you be grinning?”
I shake my head ever so slightly. “Why can’t I grin?”
“Because I flew here, all the way from New York, to surprise you in front of all these people who I don’t even know, and now I’m here, making an absolute fool of myself, yet you just stand there with a grin on your face, like you’re enjoying seeing me panic like this.”
I shrug one shoulder. “Maybe I am.”
That really gets her going. “No. Nope. I’m not doing this.”
This time, I grab her arm and swing her around to face me. “You don’t want to do this—us?”
Now it’s her turn to be speechless as she looks up into my eyes.
“What was I supposed to do when I saw you standing here?”
“Kiss her, you idiot!” Katie yells out.
Zoe buries her head in my chest, dying of embarrassment.
I push Zoe back only a few inches so I can see her face. “Is that what you want?” I raise an eyebrow and laugh at the way she glares at me, as if I hit that fight button again. “Thank God because it’s exactly what I want to do.”
I bring her back into me and kiss her right here, in the middle of the dance floor, in front of all of my family and friends.
She jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me with pure abandon.
Music begins to play, and I can tell other people have joined us on the dance floor, but we don’t care.
I finally have my girl, and I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Zoe
What an amazing, embarrassing, thrilling night it’s been. The wedding was everything I’d imagined it would be, but what I wasn’t expecting is what we’re doing right now.
All the guests are gone, and there are just the four of us left, sitting around a huge fire they built in a field behind the wedding venue.
There are large logs set up around the firepit for people to use as backrests. Sitting on the ground—still in the dress I wore to the wedding, mind you—has never felt better because I’m wrapped in David’s arms.
