Something about the way he says it makes it feel like so much more than four little words. He says it with his whole body. With his whole soul.
The kind of moment that makes you feel truly seen.
“Thank you,” I mumble, cheeks heating. “You look alright.”
He smiles and then offers me his arm. “Come on. The limo’s waiting outside for us.”
“I’d like to make an entrance tonight.”
“Something tells me you would have done that regardless.”
He shoots me a sideways smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to flatter me, June Cole.”
“Yeah, well, good thing you know better.”
We go downstairs together, neither one of us saying a word. As he helps me into the limo, I suddenly register an onslaught of nerves that I’d been keeping pinned at the edge of my consciousness, like real
