“Everything worked out.”
“And it’ll work out even better if you ask her to dance.”
“No matchmaking.”
“I said dance, not kiss her until you can’t breathe or see straight.”
Garrett wouldn’t mind doing that later. He stood. “I want to get the first dance out of the way.”
So he couldn’t wait for all the other ones.
As he approached the table where Taryn sat, Raine nudged her.
Taryn looked his way, and her smile lit up her face.
His heart crashed into his rib cage as if he’d slammed on the brake pedal to stop from rear-ending someone on the 405. Garrett’s mouth went dry. She captivated him.
Taryn stood and extended her arm. “You owe me a dance.”
He laced his fingers with hers, leading her toward the dance floor, where a DJ played music.
As if on cue, the song changed.
She inhaled sharply.
No worries, it was another slow dance, which is what he wanted—any excuse to hold Taryn in his arms.
“Listen.” She tilted her head. “They’re playing our song.”
Wait. What? The music sounded familiar, but… “We have a song?”
Taryn nodded. “This will be the second time we’ve danced to ‘All of Me’ by John Legend in twenty-four hours. I believe that counts as a song.”
“Good point.” Garrett took her in his arms and moved with the music the way they had last night. “I’ve never had a song with someone before.”
“Me, either.”
Garrett brushed his lips over her hair. He could get used to this.
Who was he kidding? Garrett wanted to get used to this.
He enjoyed dancing with her, but the dance floor was crowded. Garrett preferred being at the bakery where it was more romantic with just the two of them.
He twirled her around, and that was when it hit him.
Garrett wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He’d felt twinges of this in December, but he’d brushed them aside. He didn’t want to do the same this time. He wanted…more.
Things had gotten serious fast. It should scare him, but he was okay with that.
With her.
She sighed. “This is nice.”
“It is.” But how would a long-distance relationship work? His job was all-consuming when a case went to trial. She gave her all to the bakery.
Saying goodbye would be the smartest thing for their careers, but Taryn brought something into his life he hadn’t known was missing. Something he hadn’t known he needed. Seeing Callie get married, declaring her love and fidelity to Brandt, struck a chord inside Garrett. He wanted that with Taryn, and if he let her go again, said goodbye when he left on Sunday, it would never happen.
Besides, who knew what her dad intended to do?
