That made my eyebrows jump. I hadn’t realized Daisy would be with anyone who wouldn’t. “What? Why?”

“From what Daisy has said, she’s too much for him. He likes quiet, organized fun, not wild child Bailey fun.”

“Interesting,” I said, trying not to ask a thousand more questions. “I wouldn’t have guessed that.”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s just one of those people who doesn’t like kids.”

I shrugged, but wanted to change the subject, not needing to dwell on Mark or Daisy’s love life when it was Scout’s wedding.

“What about you? Planning out your life for kids now?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I haven’t decided yet, and Chase seems to be happy with whatever I decide. I have some time.”

“Chase is a good guy,” I said. “I’m glad you found him.” She looked back at him, both of them smiling like idiots at each other. “Alright, come on, back to the husband before I gag at your happiness.”

I dropped my hands, gesturing for her to go, but she threw her arms around me instead. “Thanks. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“You deserve her, Kye. You deserve them both, and if you want them, you should get them.”

I nodded, but gave her a shove towards Chase. “This is your day. We can talk about my drama later.”

“Oh, I will hold you to that,” she said, and ran to jump into Chase’s arms.

I turned, running right into the blonde-haired woman that had haunted me every day since she jumped into my arms and kissed me.

“I noticed you haven’t danced with anyone but Scout,” Daisy said. “Could you make an exception for me?”

I grabbed her hand and set my other one on her waist, taking every ounce of control I had to not pull her against me.

“You are always the exception, Daze. At least for me. I was kind of expecting you to be glaring at me across the room, not asking me to dance with you.”

“It was a good assumption, but I’m not in the mood to glare.”

She moved with me, quiet as she stared up at me.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I need to talk to you,” she said.

“Alright. I’m listening.”

She looked around and shook her head. “Maybe we can head outside later? I’d prefer a little more privacy, and people are looking at us.”

“Isn’t Mark with you tonight?”

“He had work tonight, so no.”

“And couldn’t call off?”

“No. He’s very dedicated to his job.”

I nodded, trying not to insult the man for everything he did. “Me, too,” I said. “You look beautiful.”

She was wrapped up in some green silky bridesmaid dress that hugged every curve of her, and I was struggling not to run my hands over her hips again and again.

“Thanks,” she said. “I about died and ran back home when I saw you.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“For you? Good. For me? Bad. You look so hot in a suit, I don’t even know what to do with myself.”

Any comments about what she might be thinking about me had been all about the past. This was one of the clearest she had made about how she might feel now. I pulled her closer, her body flush against mine.

“You still think about me like that?”

She scoffed as I spun her around. “Like I want to pull you into a closet and see if you still lose your mind to fuck me? Yeah, I do,” she said, nearly rolling her eyes. My cock jumped, the image of her dress pulled up to her waist and legs wrapped around me making me instantly hard. Her hand pulled from mine and flew to cover her mouth. “Oh my god, Kye, I’m so sorry.”

I was already trying to hide my laughter as she looked at me in horror.

“I cannot believe I just said that out loud. And here, of all places? I am so sorry.”

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t be. Under different circumstances, that’s exactly what I would be doing right now. And I promise, I still would.”

She sucked in a hard breath and wrapped her arms around my neck until I couldn’t look at her anymore.

Her head rested against my chest, and for a few more seconds, I felt like my life was perfect. This was what I wanted.

Her. I wanted her.

The song ended, and she pulled back. “I better go check on Bailey. Thanks for the dance.”

“Still want to talk?”

“Yeah, I’ll find you in a little bit.”

She spun on her heel, taking off in the opposite direction. I took a hard right, leaving the dance floor before anyone else came up to me.

I didn’t stop until I was outside, sucking in cool, fresh air as I tried to calm myself down. I grabbed a smoke from someone on the steps and kept going, heading out to my car before pulling out my phone.

Kye

If you still want to talk. I’ll be at my car.

I hit send and threw the phone down. If she really wanted to talk, she would come find me, and if she didn’t, I could leave and think about putting that distance between us again.

The wedding was basically over. I could leave the second I wanted to.