Her eyes go wide. “Our first date? The day I met you? When I took your picture?”
I nod, grinning. “Yeah. That one.”
She just stares at me for a second, like she doesn’t know what to do with that. “Miller…”
“Which,” I add, brushing a strand of hair off her face, “reminds me, we need to go onmore dates.”
Her hand comes up to my chest, stopping me just enough to make sure I’m paying attention. “You’re telling me you knew you wanted to marry me the day after our first date?”
I shake my head slowly. “No.” I dip closer, lowering my voice. “I knew the morning I met you.”
Her breath catches.
“When you took my picture,” I continue, my thumb brushing along her jaw, “and you looked at me like I was wasting your time… I was done for.”
She laughs, soft and surprised, and lightly smacks my chest. “Your assistant told me you were in a hurry! I thought I had, like, two minutes before you kicked me out.”
“I probably should’ve,” I murmur, leaning in, letting my lips brush just beneath her ear. “Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.”
She exhales, her fingers curling into my shirt. “Liar.”
“Yeah,” I admit easily. “I would’ve followed you out anyway.”
Her hand slides up to my neck as I press closer, giving in to the pull between us.
“I won’t rush you anymore,” I tell her, my voice softer now. “Not with anything. We’ve got time. A lifetime.”
She tilts her head, meeting my eyes again. “All the time?” she asks.
I nod. “All of it.”
Her lips curve just slightly as she leans up into me, her voice dropping. “So if I want to stay right here with you… all night…”
A low laugh slips out of me, my forehead resting against hers. “Then I’m not going anywhere.”
Her fingers tighten in my shirt, pulling me closer.
“Good,” she whispers.
EPILOGUE
LINDSEY
It’s been a busy day. I’ve been setting up photo shoots. Miraculously, my business came back to life with the Davenports now behind bars. My contract with the school was renewed, so I’m doing school pictures next week. And now I'm on my way to meet Miller and Eli for the ballgame.
As soon as I pull in, I spot Eli running across the field toward his team. I’m gathering my bag when I hear a low whistle behind me.
Smiling, I turn. “Hey.”
Miller doesn’t say anything at first. He just closes the distance and backs me gently against my car. “Hey, you. I missed you today.”
Before I can respond, he kisses me.
It’s not soft or quick. It’s deep, a little desperate, like he really did miss me. The kiss is completely inappropriate for a ball field where families are, but I don’t protest. By the time he pulls back, we’re both a little breathless.
I blink up at him. “What was that for?”
He rests his forehead against mine. “I told you. I missed you.”
