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They really were too cute.

“All right. Grey and I will swing by later with your car and change it out for ours. We can leave your keys under a flower pot or something.”

Stephanie eased away from Nash slowly, keeping hold of his arm to make sure she wasn’t going to pitch over again, before she threw her arms around me and squeezed. “You’re the bestest,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

I hugged her back. “And you’re the sweetest bride I’ve seen.” I touched her cheek. “You’re beautiful, Stephie.”

“Love you, Pais.” She beamed at me, then swayed, and Nash hooked an arm around her waist again.

“Love you more.” I offered Nash a smile along with the keys. “You’re good for her.”

Nash dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“For forever.” Stephanie went willingly back into his arms and let him carry her down the hall.

I stood in the doorway and watched Nash help tuck Stephanie’s dress into the cab before jogging around the side to hop in. As they pulled away, I lifted my hand and waved. It was unorthodox, them leaving without a proper send-off, but I knew Stephanie. Her social battery was tanked, and with that near fainting episode, she needed the rest. Nash would take good care of her.

“Did you watch them steal my truck or offer it to them?” an amused voice asked over my shoulder.

I whirled around and smacked my nose into Greyson’s chest.

He caught me with a chuckle, hand pressing against my lower back to keep me from flailing.

“Steph wasn’t feeling so great, and Emmett had Nash’s keys. So I thought . . .” I bit my lip. “Do you mind? I promised that we’d drive the Wrangler back and exchange it before they headed to the airport tomorrow.”

“Not a problem. You’re a good friend.”

I shrugged and then realized he was still holding me. And I didn’t hate it. In fact, as fatigue and the emotional waves of the day seeped through my limbs, I sagged against him, cheek cushioned against the soft cotton of his dress shirt.

My husband cleaned up nicely. He was amazing in casual clothes, but I could get used to dressed-up Greyson. Maybe I could persuade him to try on his dress blues I’d found in the closet. Oh, the possibilities.

“Have I mentioned today how amazing you are?” Greyson asked huskily, warm breath tickling the loose curls around my ear.

“No,” I whispered around a yawn.

Greyson chuckled. “Time for me to get you home too.”

I shook my head. “I’ve got to help with the cleanup later.”

“Pais, they would understand if you weren’t up to it—”

“Grey . . . I need to. Just . . .” I curled my arms around his waist and squeezed. “Just give me a minute.”

He shifted slightly so his arms wrapped more fully around me. “Take all the time you need. I’m in no hurry.”

And in that cocoon, the truth of his words sank deep. When I finally stirred, Greyson kept hold of my hand.

“May I have the next dance, Mrs. Satterfield?”

My cheeks heated, remembering our kitchen dancing, and if the spark in Greyson’s eyes was anything to go by, he did, too.

I laced our fingers more securely. “You can have all of them,” I whispered.

His smile was radiant, and he tugged me down the hall onto the dance floor. We passed Gabe and Ivy swaying to Elvis’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” and joined them for the next two songs.

“What are you thinking?” I whispered.

“You’re gorgeous.”