“Besides,” he said, letting her up for air but keeping his mouth just an inch from hers, “this is our engagement party. It’d look bad if we ditched only an hour into it.”
Jenna shrugged. “I don’t care how it looks.” And she didn’t. Because all she cared about was right there, spinning her around the dance floor, a little groping, and best kisses ever.
“Marry me,” Colt said.
“I already said yes to you last week.” When the song slowed, so did they. Continuing to sway, he took her left hand and kissed her knuckles, right above her engagement ring.
“I know, but I want you to marry me. Now.”
Her eyes shot wide. “Like…right now?”
He tilted his chin toward the bar where Penny was slinging drinks for customers, one of whom was Judge Holden.
“I bet Holden would squeeze us in.” Jenna’s mind scrambled. All she wanted was to be Mrs. Colt McCade. She didn’t want a big fancy wedding, but a little ceremony with a cake and her friends—
“Easy, sugar. I’m not trying to stomp on your dreams. You’ll have your dress and flowers and everything you want. I just don’t want to wait two years. Let’s get married this spring.”
That was less than a year away, but something deep in her chest sparked like wildfire. That seemed to be the effect Colt had on her. Made her wa
nt to take a risk. Jump in and just do what felt right. And he felt right. She’d known that for a long time now.
Meeting those intense eyes head-on, she said, “Yes.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded and Colt swept her up and gave her the hottest kiss of her life.
“You’ve made me so happy,” he said and kissed her again.
Jenna couldn’t help but smile. “You say that now, but I hope you know what trouble you’re signing up for when it comes to me.”
“Oh, sugar, if you’re trouble, sign me up for a lifetime.”
And without caring about anything but the sizzling need for Colt McCade, she grabbed his hand and ran out of their own engagement party.
Destination: forever.