Page 110 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

My heart lurched. Both from the motion and the way his gaze locked onto mine, holding me there for just a beat longer than necessary.

Electricity crackled powerfully between us.

For a second, it felt like we were the only two people in the square.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the festival, kicking up fallen leaves and sending the string lights swaying overhead. I shivered as the breeze ghosted over my skin.

Adam noticed. His hand, still holding mine, tightened ever so slightly. “Cold?”

“A little,” I admitted, though I wasn’t sure if it was the wind or the way he was looking at me that sent a shiver through me.

His smirk softened, his thumb brushing against my knuckles in a way that sent my pulse into an uneven rhythm. “We can fix that.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled me closer, the warmth of his body chasing away the chill. The music slowed, shifting into a softer, more intimate song.

“Adam,” I murmured, my heart hammering.

He just smiled, his free hand settling lightly at my waist. “Just dance with me, Sadie.”

And I did.

I let him lead, let myself fall into the easy sway of the music, let the wind wrap around us as we moved in sync. I wasn’t thinking about the past or the future… only the now.

Only the way he felt, solid and sure.

Only the way my heart skipped when his fingers brushed my spine.

Only the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at me, like I was the only thing in his world at that moment.

Another gust of wind whistled through the square, stronger this time, sending loose banners flapping wildly and making the flames in the festival lanterns dance.

A few people laughed, pulling their jackets tighter, but the chill barely registered as Adam bent his head just slightly, his lips a breath away from mine.

Then, just as the space between us disappeared, a sharp crack of thunder split the air.

The sound jolted through me, snapping the moment in half. Around us, gasps and murmurs rippled through the festivalcrowd as another gust sent decorations flying, rattling the stalls and tugging violently at the string lights above.

Adam stiffened, his hand tightening on my waist just as a streak of lightning lit up the sky. “Well, that escalated quickly,” he muttered, casting a glance toward the storm clouds now swallowing the stars.

The once-cozy festival atmosphere shifted into something more urgent.

Vendors rushed to secure their stalls, parents scooped up their children, and couples abandoned the dance floor as the wind howled through the square.

I barely had time to process it before the sky finally broke open.

Rain crashed down in thick, heavy sheets, drenching everything in an instant. Squeals and shouts rang out as people scrambled for cover, the festival dissolving into a storm-soaked blur of movement.

Adam cursed under his breath, his arms instinctively pulling me closer to shield me from the downpour. “We need to get out of here.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Samuel

The momentthe wind howled through the square, rattling the stalls and sending festival decorations tumbling, I knew things were about to turn.

I snapped into motion, shutting the wooden shutters on my stall and securing the latch. A gust of wind slammed against me, nearly knocking my hat off, but I ignored it, my hands moving fast.

I didn’t have time to waste.

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