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“Eleven months.”
Exhaling, he pulled back, gripping my shoulders. His jaw rippled. His nostrils flared. His eyes shone.
“Love you, kid,” he gritted out. “We’ll be having a conversation.”
He passed me to Elise, who gave the warmest, softest hugs. Weston was possessive over them—he was possessive over everything about her—and I understood.
“I’m glad you forced yourself back into my life, Miles,” she said.
I raised my brows. “Am I your favorite brother now?”
That made her laugh. A grunt followed by a chair scraping the floor behind me told me Elliot didn’t find me as amusing.
“One of my favorites,” Elise replied before rising on her toes and murmuring in my ear, “Proud of you, Miles.”
Sniffing, I gave the top of her head a kiss. “Thanks, Lisie. Means a lot.”
I found Daisy waiting for me on the other side of the dancefloor. As soon as she was within reach, I swept her up, letting her toes dangle off the ground.
She patted my back. “Good job, Miles. You made everyone cry.”
“Including you?”
“A little.”
“Good.”
She snickered next to my ear. “Sadist.”
“Let’s dance.”
Her sigh was hot but not too pained. “Oh, all right.”
After the speeches, Daisy and I danced all night. A few times, I passed her off to the girls and let them do their thing, but we only left the dancefloor to eat cake or gulp down water.
I may have been biased, but I was pretty sure Weston and Lisie’s wedding was the best I’d ever been to. Never had more fun, that was for sure.
A second after that thought, the realization struck. This was the first time I’d been to a wedding stone-cold sober. Maybe that contributed to how much fun I’d had—not wasting time in line at the bar or pissing every ten minutes.
I dipped my head down beside Daisy’s ear. “I’m sober.”
“Yeah, you are.”
That was all I had to say. She understood how monumental this was for me. To have experiences with a clear head. To know I’d remember the tiny details of the day and be able to look back without any shame over shit I might have said and done while I was too loose and uncaring of the consequences to hold back.
She rubbed her cheek against mine. “You’re incredible, Miles.”
I pulled her closer, tucking our joined hands between us. I felt pretty fucking incredible.
After it was all over, I twirled Daisy down the hall into the elevator. We were staying in the mansion tonight. I’d convinced her she couldn’t drive home at midnight and had to stay with me.
“Good night, Daisy-daze?”
“Mmmhmm.” She looked down at her feet. “I’m ready to get out of these heels, though. They’ve never seen so much action.”
“You were a dancing queen tonight.”
The melancholy I’d seen in her earlier was still there, underneath her smiles and living in the moment. I wanted to question it, to ask if it really was just being at a wedding or if something else had happened.
