Page 103 of Sweet Somethings

She made a face at him. "I know I'm way too involved in this, but it just makes me so happy to see them taking the risk. Thanks for helping to get him here."

"As if I could resist you. You're a force of nature, Juliette Adams."

"I just want people to be happy."

"I want you to be happy."

"I am, but…"

"No," he groaned. "No buts…"

"I should probably get back to my table."

"Or you can let everyone get their own desserts." He pulled her up against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. "How does that sound?"

"Like a really good idea," she said with a soft sigh.

"Then let's dance."

She wrapped her arms around his neck as their bodies swayed in perfect rhythm.

They danced through the next three songs without a thought to breaking apart. But when the band went for a faster song, Juliette suggested they take a break. It was fine with him. He didn't want to dance as much as he wanted to hold her.

They walked back to the dessert table, hand-in-hand.

"Everything is pretty much gone," she said. "Just two Wish cookies left."

"Looks like you might have two takers," he said as his grandfather and Cecelia approached the table.

"Hello, Roman," Cecelia said in her sweet voice.

"Nice to see you," he said.

"We wanted to thank you," Cecelia added, her gaze encompassing Juliette. "Both of you. You encouraged us to come here, and, well, it's been very nice." She looked at Vincent with her heart in her eyes. "I can't believe we haven't spoken all these years."

"I didn't know you wanted to," he said gruffly.

"And I didn't know you wanted to. What a pair of old fools are we."

Vincent took her hand. "We're going to keep talking."

"We will," she promised. "Anyway, we wanted to say good night," she added, turning back to them.

"Good night," Roman said.

"We're really happy for you," Juliette put in. "I have two of my Wish cookies left. Would you like them?"

Cecelia shook her head. "I already got my wish."

Vincent smiled at Cecelia. "So did I."

And with that, the two of them walked away.

"That was the most romantic thing I've ever heard," Juliette said, dabbing at her eyes.

"It wasn't bad," he said, not willing to admit his chest had tightened at the look of love in his grandfather's eyes.

"It was better than not bad. You have quite the gift for understatement, Roman."

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