Page 130 of When You Had Me Adapting

Pixie: Careful J. Would hate to have to punish you for giving up our little secret!

Jace: You wouldn’t dare.

Pixie: Try me.

I inhale deeply and I hear her stifle a laugh. The waiters begin to bring around food and the room fills with conversation and music. About halfway through the meal, Donovan and Enzo make their way into the reception hall and everyone cheers. Both men are beaming and look so incredibly happy. Love looks good on them.

They begin to move around the dance floor and as they perform their choreographed dance, I can’t take my eyes off Lacey. She sways to the music. I wish for a moment I had my camera because I never want to forget the way she looks right now. The glow of candlelight illuminates her soft features. Her eyes flit to mine and like I did during the vows, I squeeze her hand sending her another silent promise.

“Did you see my mom’s painting yet?” Logan asks the table. He nods toward his mother, who stands in front of an easel to the right of the dance floor.

“No, but I’m dying too,” Poppy says. “I tried to sneak a peek earlier and she wouldn’t let me look. Told me to come back after the first dance.”

“Painting?” Wren asks.

“Logan’s mom, Gwen, owns an art studio in town and on the weekends she does live paintings,” Poppy explains.

“Poppy and I booked her as a surprise for the grooms,” Logan says.

“Wow! She has my dream job,” Wren beams.

“You don’t like working at Dogwood Manor?” Tanner cuts in.

“Oh no, I love what I do. But if I could do it all again, an art studio sounds like a dream.”

The table is quiet for a moment and the music shifts.

“I get that,” Tanner says. She offers him a shy smile. A waiter swings by our table and refills our water glasses. “Cake will be served shortly,” he says before disappearing.

“Anyone need anything from the bar?” Tanner asks, standing.

“I’ll take one of the signature cocktails,” Gray says.

“Which one?” he asks. “The Tink or the Peter Pan?”

“Are they big Disney fans?” Chloe asks.

“No, the drinks are named for their dogs,” Logan explains. “Or I guess I should say they were named for the ring bearer and flower girl.”

“I think the Tink,” Gray says. “That’s the spicy margarita, right?”

He nods. “Could you grab all of us one?” Lacey asks. He nods again. Logan stands following him and muttering something about helping him carry the drinks.

I rest my hand on Lacey’s thigh, and she places her head on my shoulder. The other girls continue on about something that happened at work with a couple of the residents, who are now apparently dating.

Logan and Tanner return with their hands full of spicy margaritas. Each one is topped with a lime and a candied jalapeno skewered with a toothpick. On the top of the toothpick is a cutout of the grooms’ English Mastiff, Tinkerbell, with a bow in her hair.

“Thank you,” Lacey says, grabbing one of the drinks and sipping from the cocktail straw.

There is a lull in the conversation as we await cake and anticipate dancing. Lacey’s hand moves to my thigh and comes awful close to grazing my cock. My jaw ticks and I hear her laugh under her breath obviously amused with what she can do to me in a second. But two can play this game, removing my hand from my beer, I slide it into my pocket and click the top button.

“The ceremony was so beautiful,” Poppy says, looking longingly at Logan.

Lacey doesn’t react immediately, so I increase the vibrations a level, which makes her shift in her seat.

“So beautiful,” Lacey manages to choke out as I up the vibration to the next level.

“You okay, Lace?” Chloe asks.

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