The music changes to a slow song, and Gia jumps off the tailgate, holding her hand out to me. I take it, pulling her into my chest to sway to the beat.
Grayson grabs Kylie, while my brother, Gage, sends Gwen into a spin, making her laugh.
“Oh my god, Holt, look.” Gia tips her head to where Finn has pulled Leah into a dance. Neither of them knows what they’re doing, but they’re so fucking cute pretending as if they do.
I catch Knox taking a picture of them, looking like a proud dad. But then his gaze skips over to where Farrah is spinning Lauren around. The stark longing on his face surprises me. His animosity toward her suddenly makes a whole lot more sense. If he has any feelings toward her, that would send him into a spiral. After the shit he went through with Finn’s mom, he swore off relationships forever.
Farrah stirring those emotions up in him again would absolutely piss him off.
How very interesting.
When I look back at Gia, her eyebrows are raised. “Is that a thing?”
“Not yet, but I have a feeling it’s either going to end disastrously or with a wedding.”
Gia drops her head back with a laugh. “I can’t wait to get a front-row seat to that show.”
The next song that plays is a fast one that gets everyone moving. It’s not until later that night, when we’re putting the girls to bed, that I realize Gia helped me get out of my head and enjoy the rest of the night with my family.
Instead of allowing me to stew on the things I couldn’t change, she reminded me of what’s most important.
I know I’ve been falling for Gia since the week she came to town back in January. What I hadn’t noticed is that I’ve officially reached the bottom.
I’ve fallen ass over teakettle in love with her.
CHAPTER 33
Gia
Isqueal loudly when a blonde head becomes visible through the throngs of people.
Ginny’s head lifts, a smile growing across her face. I take off running toward her, weaving around everyone until I can finally wrap my arms around her.
We end up collapsing on the ground, laughing at how ungraceful we are.
“I missed the hell out of you, Gin.”
She squeezes me tight. “I missed you, too, G.”
“GiGi!” Nina’s baby voice cries out before there’s an added weight on my back.
“Hey, munchkin!” I rotate to bring Nina into our dog pile.
Then Ginny’s husband’s grinning face is hovering over us. “You sure know how to make a spectacle of yourself, Gia. I’m glad that hasn’t changed.”
“Thanks, Carson.” I laugh. He helps us up from the floor, and I realize everyone in the terminal is staring at us. “Head down, sis, and throw your sunglasses on. We’ll sneak out in plain sight.”
“Where’s your man?” she asks once we get Nina settled into her stroller.
“He’s waiting at the truck. We thought we could do introductions with less of a crowd.”
“Good thinking,” Ginny responds. “This is a small airport, but it doesn’t seem to matter where I go, someone inevitably recognizes me.”
“If you’d stop putting out incredible albums, people would forget all about you.”
Ginny laughs. “Sure. I’ll get right on that.”
Carson grabs their bags from the conveyor belt, and I take over the stroller and lead everyone outside. It’s warmed up considerably over the last several weeks, and I am loving the balmy temps.
