Brandon’s attention shifted my way. “You don’t have to go just because Jenna’s being a bitch. I can have a conversation with whoever I want.”
Great. Now I was a pawn. Because there’s no way those words were meant for me.
“No offense, Brandon, but you’re the last person I’d ever want to talk to again.”
He blinked, a vein popping out on his thick neck. Anger. Dejection. Disbelief. It was all there. Had Brandon been feeding off my perceived misery?
And then he smiled.
“Come on, Breeze.” He grabbed ahold of my forearm. “You’re not over me, and we both know it.”
I was about to reply when a voice came from somewhere behind me.
“Oh, but she is.”
Bodhi?
I turned and found him stalking toward our little trio. All eyes were on him. And I had to smile. There was a reason the guy was a star. His mere presence commanded attention.
His fiery gaze flicked to my arm before locking on Brandon like a heat seeking missile. “I’m going to need you to take your hand off my girl.”
Eyes wide, my ex jerked his hand away as if I’d burst into flames. Bodhi slid between Brandon and Jenna and looked down at me.
“There you are.” His hand found mine, lacing our fingers together. “Let’s dance.”
Too stunned to protest, I followed Bodhi to the center of the room. And then his arms were around me, and I was off my feet,
“I see you,” he said, a second before his lips found mine.
I didn’t have time to ponder. To wonder why he’d come for me after I blew us apart. Because there was nothing in the world but his taste. His scent. And the feel of his body against mine.
Heat pooled in my belly, spreading to my limbs.
“You came back,” I said in a breathy whisper.
“Of course. I never should have let you go.”
His mouth descended once again, and this time there was no urgency in his kiss. We had forever. Bodhi hadn’t said as much, but there was no way I was letting him go. Not again. Not ever.
The room erupted into a series of hoots and hollers, bringing me back to the present.
Eyes dancing with amusement, Bodhi broke away from my lips and then turned to our audience, lifting our joined hands over our heads like we’d just won a competition.
The crowd erupted in applause as we took a bow.
Embarrassed, I shuffled to the side with Bodhi in tow, but I’d only made it a few steps before he ground to a halt.
Cupping my cheeks, he stared deeply into my eyes. “Before you try to hustle me out of here, I’ve got something to say. What we have is a once in a lifetime deal. And the reason I know that is because I’m surrounded by people all the time— coming in and out of my life at a dizzying speed. Every once in a while, I might connect with someone, but to actually like the person.” He shook his head. “Breeze, that just doesn’t happen. Not to me. You’re so pretty and smart. You fascinate me. That quirky personality and all your positivity. It just bubbles out of you… I just… It blows my mind.Youblow my mind. As farfetched as it sounds, I think I might be in love with you, and I’m not afraid to say that because I truly believe it.”
My heart swelled to twice its size as I blinked up at him.
Doubt crept into his eyes. “Say something, Breeze.”
Before I could respond, a lovesick squeak drew our attention. I’d been so engrossed in Bodhi’s heartfelt declaration that I hadn’t realized my relatives had formed a circle around us, waiting on my answer. Smack dab in the middle was Uncle Raymond. Well dammit. Where had he been when I needed him?
“Are you crazy?” asked the squeaker, Reese, my nineteen-year-old second cousin. “What’s there to think about?” She turned her attention to Bodhi. “Yes. She says ‘yes’.”
“Reese.” I waved a hand at her. “My conversation.”
