“Oh my God, I haven’t had jungle juice in years.” She giggled and sipped again. “Brek made us jungle juice.”
“Glad to see you approve.”
She traced a hand along the collar of his tux jacket. “The Dvornakov prom package is really something else.”
If he touched her, he might not be able to stop. Not in that dress.
He touched her anyway, his fingertips on satin. “What’s your favorite part so far?”
“Definitely you.” She scooted toward him. “Did you know we’re going the wrong direction?”
Yeah, he did. He’d instructed the chauffer to take the long way. Otherwise, it would’ve been a two-minute ride. Heather deserved more than that.
“We’re taking the scenic route,” he replied.
She raised her champagne flute to his and clinked it before taking another sip.
The limousine pulled up to the retirement home. Jase waited for the chauffer to open the door before he helped Heather out. The crew was waiting outside for them—Brek, Velma, Claire, Dean, and Eli.
The guys all in tuxedos, except Brek, who had issued a personal moratorium on them after Claire and Dean got hitched. His jeans didn’t have holes in them that night, so that was something.
“He got her a limo,” Claire said to Dean. “Why didn’t you get me a limo?”
“He didn’t mention he was getting her a limo,” Dean grumbled.
Jase glanced to Dean and shrugged.
“He’s not married to her,” Eli replied. “They’re still in the limo phase.”
“Are we out of the limo phase?” Velma asked Brek.
“Not after what we did in the last limo. Pretty sure we’re gonna always be in the limo phase,” he replied.
“I’m just glad we get a few hours away.” Velma snuggled next to him.
“She’ll still be checking her phone every five minutes to see if Grandma and Lily are gettin’ along,” Brek said to Jase.
“For the record,” Jase whispered to Heather. “Even if we were married, I’d have gotten you a limo.”
Heather glanced to him, her face full sunshine. “I like your Dvornakov prom package.”
“Eli, couldn’t find someone to put up with you?” Jase raised his hand toward his buddy for a high five.
Eli smacked it in return. “Someone’s got to hold up the singles area.”
Jase held his arm to Heather. She took it, and they led the way into the rec room.
* * *
Turnedout prom in your thirties was a billion times better than prom in your teens, Heather mused. It helped when your date for the night actually showed up. Her arm linked with Jase’s, he pushed the entrance to the rec room open.
When she’d left the place earlier that day to get ready, Jase had arranged the trellises along the wall and had added a load of foliage and flowers. Apparently, he’d been busy after her departure, because now there were water features. Live fish. And he’d added vines.
It was a jungle-themed garden party.
She sucked in a deep breath.
He’d made her a jungle—because he knew it was important to her.
