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“Yeah.” I snickered. “About time I dance with my two guys, even if dancing isn’t my favorite thing to do.”
After giving Levi a bro hug, I made my way across the dance floor. Grady spotted me first and lit up, arms reaching out before I even got close. Knox stood and shifted him to one hip, freeing his other arm so he could wrap it around my waist.
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Come dance with us.”
Grady squirmed to be let down, and Knox lowered him gently, letting him run off toward Mallory and Archer. Then Knox slipped both arms around me, pulling me in as we moved to the beat of “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE.
“Is it time to get out of here yet?” he asked.
I smiled. “I think we’re supposed to cut the cake.”
“Is that why they’re playing this song?”
“Maybe.” I grinned.
“Good, because after that, I want to say our goodbyes and take you to the woods and?—”
“Murder me?” I lifted my brow.
Knox threw his head back and laughed. “No. I was going to say ‘fuck you under the stars’.”
I smirked. “Then let’s go cut the cake.”
We did the whole thing—fed each other a bite, made a mess, laughed when frosting ended up on his nose. Someone passed us a glass of champagne, and I didn’t stop smiling once.
After hugging our friends and family, we slipped out the back gate while the music kept going and the lights stayed on behind us.
Our relationship started as a fling, but somehow, Knox became the person I built a life with. The one I wanted beside me for all of it.
He was it.
My husband.
My forever teammate.
EPILOGUE
Knox
Four MonthsLater
After two days of travel,we arrived in Fiji in the mid-afternoon. We boarded a boat that would take us to the island resort, and as we cruised across the water, I took in the scenery around us. Thatched-roof bungalows sat on stilts over the lagoon, each of them looking like something straight out of a magazine.
“This place doesn’t seem real,” I whispered to Crew just as we pulled up to a dock.
“Right? It’s even more beautiful than the brochure our travel agent showed us.”
A staff member helped unload our suitcases and pointed out the important places we might need during our stay: restaurants, a spa, and a gift shop that carried items like pain relievers and sunscreen. We nodded along, but all we cared about was getting to our bure and going for a swim.
Once we were checked in, we walked down a small wooden pier to our overwater accommodations. When we stepped inside, we both stopped in our tracks, awed by the vaulted ceilings, king-sized bed with all white linens, floor-to-ceiling windows that opened to the blue-green sea, and a deck with a ladder that led into the water. It was private, warm, and quiet—pretty much the opposite of our everyday life back home in Portland.
Crew wheeled his suitcase over to the closet. “Okay, this might be better than winning the World Series.”
I laughed and flopped onto the bed. “You say that because we didn’t make it to the championship again this season. Wait until next October and get back to me.”
The Seawolves had come close. We’d made it to the NLCS, only to lose in the bottom of the ninth of game seven. It sucked, but we were still proud of how our season went, and the guys were already fired up for spring training. So were we.
The first fewdays of our honeymoon were low-key. We swam in the lagoon, napped in the hammock on our deck, took a million selfies, and tried nearly every item on the room service menu. We also recorded some videos for The Loop, but we weren’t posting them until after we returned stateside. While it was highly unlikely any of our viewers were on vacation at the same resort, stranger things had happened, and one could never be too careful.
