Kennedy hesitates. “Let’s just say I think it’s good we have time to practice before it’s our turn again.”
Reese leads me out to join everyone else, walking backward and facing me, a single hand of mine in two of hers.
It’s so different from the last time we danced together. I had to practically drag her onto the dance floor at her grandfather’s retirement party. Now, here she is, on display in front of our entire team, pulling me to follow her.
She doesn’t have to force me, by any means. I’d literally follow her anywhere.
Taking her arms, I drape them around my neck, then settle my hands onto her lower back. Chest to chest. Cheek to cheek. The song is slow, and we move to that same tempo.
“Thank you for being here today,” I tell her quietly. “It means the world to get to share it with you.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
“Has everything been okay with you? You’ve seemed stressed at work since we got back from our last road trip.”
Reese goes silent for a moment before she says, “Everything is okay.”
“Can I do anything?”
She smiles up at me, hands on either side of my face. “Let’s not worry about work right now. Not tonight. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.”
I study her, trying to understand what’s weighing on her. But she’s right. It can’t matter tonight. I press a kiss to the top of her hair before she rests on my shoulder again, the two of us dancing as the party winds down around us.
Her fingers toy with the line of my hair. “You did such a good job officiating today.”
“You think so?”
“It was perfect. It was so special to hear you talk about them. The stories were personal, and the advice you gave them was delivered with so much faith in their future.”
“I do have a lot of faith in their future.”I have a lot of faith in ours too.“I was a bit nervous, though. It was my first time doing something like that.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know you did weddings.” She pulls away, tilting her head as she looks up at me. “Ever consider doing one as the groom?”
I huff a laugh. “Don’t tempt me, Remington.”
I’ve had the question on my mind for some time now, and standing up front during the ceremony today has only brought it to the forefront. I can’t think of a better time to ask.
“Reese, no wrong answer here. But could you ever see yourself getting married again?”
Her brows lift in surprise at my blatant question. But she doesn’t give me a yes-or-no answer. Instead, she asks, “Is that somethingyou’dwant?”
“I’ve never gotten the chance to be married before. I think I’d like to be.”
Her smile goes soft. “If I could have it my way, I’d marry you, Emmett. If that’s what you’re asking.”
I slip her curled hair behind her ear, running my thumb over her line of earrings. “Well, maybe one day, that’s exactly what I’ll be asking.”
39
Reese
Cloud nine.
I’m not sure I’ve been on it before, but it sure feels like it today.
I probably shouldn’t allow myself to feel so carefree this morning, but I can’t help it. Thoughts of last night have me floating right down the hall to my office.
Being out in public with Emmett, spending time with his family, I wish every day could be like that. If we met under different circumstances, if he wasn’t my employee, it could be.
