Page 95 of Take Me to the Wedding

I whispered something in her ear that made her blush.

“Why are you grinning like that?” she asked.

“It’s so easy to get you flustered.”

“It’s so easy to getyouflustered,” she said right back.

True. “Honey, you can get me flustered any time you want.” Nothing to argue about there. She was one hundred percent right. “I’m glad we’re here for this together.”

She squeezed my hand. “Me too.”

“I’m a little nervous,” I confessed. “Hope he does well.” My gaze drifted to the bottom row of bleachers. “Well, I’ll be,” I said, sort of speechless. “Look who’s here.” I nodded my head to where Lilly sat, dressed all in white with big designer sunglasses propped up on her head.

“Why on earth is Lilly at a Little League game in suburban Milwaukee?” Sam asked.

Just then, she looked up and waved. So did the guy next to her.

“No,” Sam said, her mouth dropping open. “She’s datingTyler?”

I shrugged. Guess she’d learned zero. But you know what? Lilly wasn’t our concern anymore. I only wished her well.

“Glad Ani’s not here,” Sam added.

Ani was doing okay. Working a lot of extra shifts lately to keep busy, but we made her get out and try to have some fun. She was tough, and I knew she’d be okay.

I waved back. So did Sam.

“You’re pretty amazing,” I said.

“Why’s that?”

I looked into her warm brown eyes. “You don’t hold grudges.”

“What for?” she said. “I got you. The rest doesn’t matter.”

She was right about that—that we had each other. I snuck a kiss and squeezed her hand, and was going in for another kiss when someone said, “Which one’s your little patient?”

Wynn grinned and waved, taking the seat beside Sam, who gave her a big squeeze.

“Hey, Docs,” Miles said, sitting in front of Wynn, hauling a canvas bag on his shoulder that he set down on the bleachers beside him.

“Hey, Miles,” Sam and I both said in unison.

“I was hoping you’d bring Dora,” Wynn said. “Who’s dog sitting?”

“Mrs. Von Gulag,” I said. Turned out she couldn’t resist our dog. Who knew she was a dog lover? Even though she’d raised our rent too, according to her dog clause, which she’d promptly made up on the spot. So a win-win for her. At least until we found a less restrictive place, which hopefully would be soon.

“What’s in the beach bag?” I asked.

“Wynn’s sun block.” Miles beamed at Wynn. “Want some?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so protective.”

“I just like taking care of you.” He beamed up at her. I knew that look.

She pushed his shoulder, and he fake-doubled over. Wynn laughed and gave him a look. The same one that he’d just given her.

“Can I borrow some?” Sam asked. “My nose is burning.” She reached over and took the tube from Miles. She just so happened to have her hand on Wynn’s arm. Not so accidentally, I’d bet.

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