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“Which ones?” Trent asks.
“Both of them.”
“They really are,” Trent says.
“Have Gwen and Niall been together long? They’re engaged, right?”
“Yeah,” Trent says with a genuine smile. “They met on the cruise for Holly and Greg’s wedding last summer. They had chemistry from the start.”
As the song ends, I clap enthusiastically, inspired by their joy. “Let’s dance one together,” I blurt out, surprising even myself.
Trent turns to me, his expression serious. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I’m positive,” I reply, my confidence growing. “And I think I have the perfect song for us.”
Trent grabs the device to request songs and hands it to me with a grin. “Let’s do it then! I’m always down for a good time.”
Smiling, I type in a song that feels almost too fitting. As I confirm the selection, a tingle of nervous excitement courses through me.
Gwen and Niall return to the table, glowing from their dance. Holly and Greg stay out on the dance floor as a new song, “Islands in the Stream,” begins. It’s so perfectly them—effortlessly charming and full of heart.
I watch them dance, reflecting on how Holly’s kindness has completely reshaped my life. Without her and her insistence that I was the perfect person to interview at the marina, I wouldn’t have a job, a place to live, or the chance to see Grandpa every day.
Thankfully Trent agreed with her, and now I have a fiancé.
OMG, I have a fiancé.
It’s not what I expected—I thought marriage would come from love, not a mutually beneficial agreement. But as I glance at Trent, I can’t help but think how lucky I am that he’s the one standing by my side. I feel like I’m getting more out of this arrangement than him, even if he is getting the marina.
I guess I couldn’t have asked for a better person to arrange a marriage of convenience with.
Chapter 9
Trent
The device on the table pings, alerting us that our song choice is coming up next.
“What song did you pick?” I ask Jenny as we slide out of the booth. The leather squeaks slightly under the movement, and the buzz of the room feels louder now that we’re standing.
“You think I’m just going to tell you?” she jokes, a playful glint in her eyes. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and smooths her shirt. She is clearly more nervous than she is letting on.
I glance back to see Greg and Niall each giving us an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Niall mouths something I can’t catch over the din of the bar, but his grin is unmistakable. My stomach flutters with butterflies—not because I’m nervous about dancing with Jenny, but because I haven’t had this much physical contact with her before.
As we step onto the dance floor, bathed in the warm glow of the lights, Jenny’s smile beams. She looks radiant, her cheeks flushed.
“You ready?” she asks, her voice carrying a mixture of excitement and challenge.
Nodding, I respond with a grin, “You bet your bass, I am! Of course, I’m ready!”
The opening notes of the song fill the room, the familiar melody sending a jolt of recognition through me. I break out into a huge grin—I couldn’t have picked a more perfect song if I’d tried.
Jenny steps forward as I take her hand in mine, and we start dancing to Bruno Mars’ “Marry You.” She is timid at first, barely moving as the music begins. The playful yet heartfelt lyrics are made even sweeter by the genuine look on Jenny’s face as she meets my eyes.
My heart swells. The two of us dancing to a song about doing something impulsive and wonderful like getting married feels almost too perfect. If there were ever a song to sum us up, this would be it.
“Is it that look in her eyes, or this dancing tune,” I paraphrase as I sing to her as we dance together, my voice smooth and confident. The room blurs around us, Jenny quietly joins in at the chorus, our voices blending effortlessly. Jenny’s eyes light up as I pull her into a gentle twirl. I know our relationship is just starting and everything we’re doing together is new for us, but something about all of it feels right.
She lets out a quiet laugh against my shoulder. “Fitting, don’t you think?”
