“Oh?” He shifted closer, until we were touching hip-to-hip. “They don’t have to be.”
“What?”
He kissed my cheek. “Now they’ll be second.”
“Not the kind of kiss I’m talking about.”
The teasing light in his gaze vanished, replaced by something intense. “The other kind can be arranged, too.”
Wow. “Yes, please.”
His hand slid to the curve of my waist as he brushed his lips over mine. Featherlight and sweet.
Did I moan? Really?
His smile was slow and sexy. “First kiss.”
“Perfect time. Perfect spot.”
“I think so too.”
Which were we talking about? For weddings or for us? Nerves rippled through me. “Scott?”
“No, Sara. Not tonight.” His hand dropped away as he took a step back. “We should save that conversation for another day.”
Was “that conversation” about us? As in dating?Yes, please.
I would’ve objected to the postponement if approaching footsteps hadn’t sidetracked me. Two people emerged from the illuminated trail, cradling clay pots filled with a profusion of white flowers.
Okay, not people. Beings. I raced off the gazebo and ran for them.
“You came,” I said to Grant, wrapping an arm around his shoulders for a hug.
“I wished to see the final results.”
I reached next for Camarin. She tried to hide the slight flinch of surprise, but it didn’t deter me. I recognized her reaction as something like introversion, not distaste. I spoke, for her ears only. “Are you and Grant together now?”
When she leaned back to meet my gaze, her eyes shimmered with hope. “Although I shall not apply a label to our relationship, I am optimistic about its potential.”
Scott had drawn even with us. “It’s great to see you two again.”
Camarin nodded shyly at the clay pot she carried. “We’ve brought a gift.”
“Thanks,” Scott said, taking it from her. He turned toward the gazebo. “What do you think?”
Grant inclined his head. “It is magnificent. You’ve done well.”
“See anything to fix?” I asked Camarin.
“Not at all. It is charming. The guests will find it quite romantic. The lights have been placed with remarkable effect for a hu—” She halted on a gasp.
“For someone with no experience?” I tried not to laugh.
She relaxed. “Indeed.”
The four of us returned to the gazebo and set the flower pots on either side of its steps.
Camarin moved several paces back and shook her head. “The placement of the pots lacks symmetry.”
