“The terms of the deal already expired. It’s over.”
Finn’s eyes gleam. “You’d be surprised.”
“Don’t tell me you’re secretly a good guy.”
“I’m not. But maybe I give a shit what happens at that company. Like you said, it’s in my best interests.”
I suddenly realize what a big deal it was for him to fly halfway around the world on a day’s notice.
“I don’t think that’s it. I think there’s something else you care about at that company.”
Before Finn can answer, Jax comes over, a strange look on his face. “I got an email from Wicked.”
I hold up a hand. “Don’t tell me. I’ll leave it in your hands. If you want to see it through or not, you have my money and my confidence. I’m out for my honeymoon and until the tour.”
Annie’s drinking wine and laughing with Elle and Pen. Beck is trying to shoot a video of them.
I head toward Harry at the pop-up bar. “It means a lot to have you here.”
“I don’t do weddings. But the two of you make it look like something worth aspiring to.” A ghost flickers through Harry’s dark eyes, so fast most people wouldn’t notice.
“Harry, I know—”
“Don’t mention it. I have an entertainment empire to distract me. Being a billionaire playboy without a care in the world is a lot of work.” The English accent makes the words drier. He lifts a glass in a smirking toast, and I clink mine to his.
My friend’s attention drifts past me, lingers. “Ah. You’re in trouble.”
I turn to see Annie and Rae watching us, Annie’s smile waning and Rae not smiling at all.
“Or you are,” I joke.
“Impossible. I only piss off women I know.”
Shaking my head, I excuse myself and go back to my wife. “I need to borrow this one,” I tell Rae, who seems content to yield my bride to me.
“Where are we going?”
“Dancing,” I murmur.
“You don’t dance.”
“I do with you.”
I take her in my arms and tug her across the sand toward the water, stopping short of where the sea laps at the shoreline.
“Do you remember the first time we danced?” she murmurs as she steps closer, her dress brushing my suit.
I press a finger to the necklace she’s wearing, the one I busted my ass to fix, before sneaking a guilty look at her face. “You’d better remind me.”
“It was a wedding. Dad and Haley’s, actually.”
“Really?”
“Yes. After the reception,” she prods, drawing out each syllable as if it might jog my memory.
“I see.” I nod slowly, pretending to catch on. My hands lift to her face, stroking her skin lightly. “The band was playing jazz. I took off to the gazebo, buzzed on champagne I didn’t like, and there you were. Barefoot and looking like a fallen angel. One I’d promised I wouldn’t touch.”
Annie’s eyes brim with emotion. “I wished you’d kissed me that night. It would’ve lasted me the entire summer away from you.”
“If I’d kissed you that night, I wouldn’t have left for the summer.”
Her trembling breath is enough for me to live off. But in case it’s not, I brush my lips over hers. She’s sweet and edgy, familiar and new, and I thread my hands into her hair to tug her even closer.
We’re surrounded by friends and family, dancing on the edge of the earth, and my heart is pounding. Not for them, not for where we are. For the woman in my arms. The one who completes me.
“You’re here now,” she whispers against my lips.
“We both are. No more excuses, no more takebacks.” I can’t swallow my grin as I thread her fingers through mine so our rings lie against one another. “It’s you and me, Six. Then. Now. Always.”
Her lips curve, and I kiss her again.