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“Be serious.”

“I was.” He winked and, with deft skill, twirled me out before drawing me back against his chest. “But I was also thinking . . . If I asked you to marry me again, would you say yes?”

My heart skipped, and butterflies took flight. No nerves this time. He hadn’t been teasing. “I—”

Liz popped up at our elbows. “Grey, can we steal her for a girls’ dance?”

“Sure.” Greyson reluctantly released me. Leaning down to kiss my cheek, he added in an undertone, “But we’re circling back to this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I whispered with a breathless shiver before Liz dragged me away. I loved my friend, but she had the worst timing.

Liz’s head bounced back and forth, scanning the small room. “Where’s Steph?”

“Uhhh, well . . .” I stammered as Juliet joined us. “She and Nash left.”

“What?!” Liz and Juliet demanded in unison.

“She had an episode, so I told them to head on out.”

“Is she okay?” Liz instantly sobered.

I nodded. “Just tuckered out. Now what are we dancing to?”

Liz latched onto me and Juliet and dragged us across the dance floor as the music shifted to One Direction’s “Best Song Ever.”

“Debatable,” Juliet groaned. “Do we have to do this?”

“You promised.”

“That was before Stephanie ditched us.” But a ghost of a smile tugged Juliet’s lips, and she swayed slightly to the beat.

Liz was the most outgoing of all of us and danced her heart out, cute baby bump and all. It was contagious, and trading smiles, Juliet and I joined her. Heels clicking as we jumped, dresses swishing as we shimmied our shoulders. We were not smooth. We were nearly thirty after all.

Yet my eyes wandered to the sidelines, searching. And I found him. Greyson. With a baby in his arms.

My feet stumbled and I stared, unabashed. Gabe and Emmett, Nash’s bearded lumberjack friend, flanked him on either side in easy conversation.

Was there anything more attractive than a man with a baby? I hadn’t seen it yet.

Juliet saddled up to me and tapped under my chin twice. “You’re drooling.”

My jaw clicked shut with a clack. “He’s just so . . .”

“My brother,” she protested quickly, “so be mindful of what adjective you use.”

I scoffed. “Like you have any room to complain after I spent an entire drive in the back seat behind you and Myles when we came dress shopping.”

Juliet smirked without a hint of apology. “Complaints, complaints.”

Greyson glanced my way, a smile curving his lips as he watched me like I was all he saw.

I beamed at him, warmth flooding my veins, then he winked.

Darn those ocean eyes.

Chapter forty-three

Greyson