Page 148 of Big D!ck Energy

“You helped plan this whole thing. You don't get to complain about the results.”

“I absolutely get to complain. I kept this secret for three months. Do you know how hard that was? Every time you mentioned your anniversary, I had to pretend I didn't know your husband was orchestrating the most elaborate romantic gesture in human history.” She shuddered dramatically. “The stress nearly killed me.”

“And yet you survived.”

“Barely.” But she was smiling, a soft, genuine smile. “He really loves you, you know. Dallas. The way he talked about you when he came to my office...” She shook her head. “I've known you for over a decade, and I've never seen anyone look at you the way he does.”

My throat tightened. “Brooke…”

“Don't.” She held up a hand. “If you start crying again, I'm going to lose it, and I've already ruined my mascara twice today. Just... go dance with your husband. The DJ's about to play your last song.”

As if on cue, the music shifted. The upbeat tempo that kept everyone moving for the past hour faded into something slower. The opening notes of a song I recognized but couldn't quite place.

And then Dallas was there. His jacket was gone, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and his tie was loosened just enough to suggest a man who'd spent the evening dancing with everyone in attendance.

He'd never looked more handsome.

“Mrs. Dodger.” He extended his hand, palm up, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I believe this is our song.”

“We have a song?”

“We do now.”

I set down my champagne and let him lead me to the dance floor, where the other couples parted to give us space. The fairy lights overhead cast everything in a warm, dreamy glow, and the sunset beyond the barn walls was putting on a show.

Dallas pulled me close, one hand settling on my lower back, the other capturing my fingers. I rested my free hand on his shoulder and let him guide me into a slow, swaying rhythm.

“Hi,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple.

“Hi.”

“Having a good time?”

I laughed. “I got married to my husband today for the second time. By an Elvis impersonator who turned out to be an accountant from Reno.” I tilted my head back to meet his eyes. “I'm having the best time of my entire life.”

His smile softened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I let my head rest against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath the crisp white fabric of his shirt. “Thank you. For all of this. For giving me a wedding, for the dress, and the proposal, and the...” I swallowed hard. “For choosing me. In front of everyone. On purpose.”

“I will always choose you.” His arms tightened around me. “Drunk, sober, in a vineyard. You're it for me, Davina. You've been it since Vegas, I just didn't know it yet.”

I laughed into his chest, feeling the rumble of his own laughter vibrating against my cheek. This man. This ridiculous, romantic, infuriating man who had turned my entire life upside down in the best possible way.

We swayed together as the song played on, and I let myself sink into the moment. The warmth of his body against mine.

Around us, I was vaguely aware of our guests watching, of cameras flashing, of my mother crying again into my father's shoulder. But mostly I was aware of Dallas. The way he held me like I was precious. Of the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

“I have a confession,” he said quietly.

“Another one? You already confessed to three months of elaborate deception. What else could there be?”

“The song.”

I lifted my head, curious. “What about it?”

“I spent three weeks trying to pick the perfect first & last dance song. I made spreadsheets. I consulted experts. I drove Austin insane playing him options and asking for his opinion.”

“Austin has opinions about wedding songs?”