Sloane throws a napkin at him. “Roman, for the love of everything, shut up.”
Boone looks one second away from murder.
Silas is doubled over laughing.
Jesse is shaking his head. This is a fire he refuses to respond to.
Delaney hides her face in my chest, mortified. Her hands are still clutching my shirt. Her body is still pressed against mine. Her breath still trembles against my skin.
My heart is still pounding, trying to escape my ribs.
I lower my head so my lips brush the top of her hair.
“We can ignore him,” I murmur.
She peeks up, cheeks blazing, eyes still a little dazed from the kiss.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “He’s very loud.”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “But I’m very stubborn.”
Her lips curve into the smallest smile.
Soft.
Shy.
Still tinged with heat.
And in that moment, with her still in my arms, still warm from the kiss, still looking at me. Maybe she’d let me kiss her again…
I know one thing with absolute, gut-deep certainty:
I’m not done.
Not even close.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Delaney
The last truckrattles down the gravel drive, taillights shrinking into the dark until they blink out completely.
And then everything… stops.
The music is gone.
The laughter is gone.
Even the crickets seem to pause, like the whole ranch is holding its breath.
It’s just the four of us now.
Boone.
Caleb.
Silas.
