Page 95 of Kick's Kiss
Alex laughed. “I hope I don’t hurt your feelings, but I wasn’t thinking of you.” She nodded toward Gemma, who was now directing the catering staff while making sure the cake was ready to cut. “She’d be perfect.”
“You’re right. If she’ll do it.”
Alex cocked her head. “Oh, my dear sister-in-law. You know me.She’ll do it.”
The evening wound downin a haze of champagne and dancing and more happiness than I’d ever thought possible. When Rascon found me on the dance floor and put his arms around me, I melted into him without hesitation.
“Did you see Bas with the wedding planner?” I asked.
“I saw.” His hand spread warm across my lower back. “He’s had that look all night.”
“What look?”
His eyes met mine. “The one I had when I finally stopped pretending I wasn’t in love with you.”
I laughed and kissed him, and we swayed together until the song ended.
Later—muchlater—we stood alone on the patio. The guests had gone. The catering staff had packed up. Inside the house, Anaïs slept in her crib, surrounded by family who had insisted on staying to help with the morning-after cleanup.
The vineyard stretched out before us, silver in the moonlight.
“Happy?” Rascon asked, his arm around my shoulders and my head against his chest.
“I didn’t know I could be this happy. I didn’t know it was possible.”
“Get used to it, Mrs. Avila.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “This is just the beginning.”
I tilted my face up to his, and he kissed me properly. Slow and deep and thorough, the kind of kiss that was a promise and a vow and a commitment all wrapped into one. The kind of kiss that saidforeverwithout needing words. I’d been wrong when I thought it was the kind that only happened in books and movies. My husband’s kiss was all real, and it was all mine.
