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Everything stops.
Time. People. My breathing. My heart.
Everything.
Just.
Stops.
Grace is standing just inside the doors, wearing a form-fitting white dress that hugs her every curve. Her blonde hair is down, curled loosely down her back, and her bright blue eyes are set on me.
She smiles, biting her bottom lip when her smile starts to get too big.
“Excuse me,” I say, setting my drink on the nearest table, never taking my eyes off her. “That’s my fiancée.”
I can’t help the grin that takes over my own face.
She’s here.
She’s really here.
And I didn’t ask her to come.
She meets me in the middle of the room. I lean in, my hand coming to her side as I kiss her cheek. She tilts her head into me and steps closer.
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
I let out a soft chuckle.
“I think you’re right on time.”
“Okay. Good.”
“What are you doing here?”
“A reporter showed up at the lodge,” she admits right away. “She’s engaged to my ex, and I didn’t want to face her without you. It got me thinking that maybe you feel the same. You keep reminding me that we are in this together, and it’s time I show you that I’m listening.”
Her fucking ex is engaged to a reporter. That’s an obstacle I didn’t see coming, but hell, she’s right. It’s time we do exactly what we set out to do.
“So, you’re ready to give them a show?”
“Yes,” she says, taking a breath. “I am.”
She pulls back just enough to look at me, but we keep our faces close and our lips dangerously close.
“Everyone is staring,” she whispers.
“Yes, they are. We expected this, but it’s probably you they are staring at. You look stunning in this dress, Sunny.”
“Thank you. Your sister had it waiting for me when I got here.”
“My sister knew you were coming?”
She nods.
“And she went out and bought you this dress?”
She nods again.
