Page 117 of You and Me, For Real
He inhales deeply, resting his forehead against mine. “I’ve missed you.”
“I was at your house just three hours ago.”
“And it’s never felt so empty.”
His words turn my bones into butter. “Roxy and the pups aren’t enough company for you?”
“It’s not the same as being with you.” He nuzzles into my neck, kissing me softly.
I wriggle from his hold. “You better stop it, or you’re going to muss my hair before this event even gets started.”
He chuckles. “Fine by me.” He clasps my hand and starts walking toward the exit.
I snicker and tug his hand. “Griffin Calvin Ford, don’t be so ornery.”
He laughs and spins around, facing me again. “Yes, ma’am.” His gaze travels from my head to my toes. He releases a low whistle. “Look at you. You do not disappoint. Hot.”
My entire body inflames to the tips of my ears, but instead of denying his unwavering attention, I embrace it. “Thank you.”
“Absolutely.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I know.” He tugs me to him, my inordinately voluptuous bosom bumping into him. “I’m so proud of you. Tonight is going to be amazing.”
“You think so?” Being here in the empty venue hours before the doors will officially open, I have a fear no one will show up.
He tilts his head. “Hey, get outta that pretty head of yours. I know what you’re thinking.”
I huff. “I doubt that.”
“You’re wondering if anyone is going to show up.”
“How—”
“I’m right, aren’t I?” He rubs my back. “I know you. And I also know tonight will be such a huge success that you’ll be thanking me for days—weeks—years afterward.”
I thump his chest. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm. And I’ve already got a list of ways you can thank me.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, I’ll bet you do. Let’s just get through tonight first and see how it goes.”
“Deal.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Want to see the final product?” He tips his head toward the ballroom doors.
“Yes.”
He loops my hand through his arm, tucking me closer to him.
We only saw the venue that one time during the day. In the evening, the place is absolutely stunning. Transformative. Magical. Giant spotlights illuminate the dance floor in the middle of the room, along with the elevated stage next to it. The tables all have white linens with tall vases filled with white delphiniums. The silverware and plates are gold, giving the setting a classic look. A photo booth with a backdrop that reads,A Royal Rescue,and various photo props are set up in the corner. A short picket fence has been erected in another corner for the adoptable dogs that’ll arrive shortly.
At the entrance doors, there’s a large poster board explaining The Rescue Ranch, our mission statement, and our board members: myself, Lynn, Griffin, Luke, and Wren. My favorite people all listed together. Just over a month ago, I almost thought this was never going to be possible.
I step fully into the room and turn in a circle. Tears prick my eyes at the absolute perfection of this momentous occasion.
Arms encase my waist from behind. “Is it everything you hoped for?”
“And more.”
