Page 101 of That Kind of Guy

I placed my hand over hers and squeezed. “I’m proud of you.”

She turned back to me with the most beautiful smile, and my heart twisted again.

Even if I wasn’t running for mayor, I’d cosign on her loan. Anything to make this woman happy, I’d do it.

Avery and I ate dinner while watching half the town talk, laugh, eat, and drink. People came up to congratulate us and chat, wrapping us up in hugs and telling us how happy they were for us. The whole party felt like one big family reunion. After dinner was over and the plates were cleared, people began moving around from table to table, talking to their friends and taking pictures. Everyone was dressed up and looking their best. Music played and people danced on the corner of the patio.

Avery’s hand squeezed my arm. “You okay,darling?”

I flashed a grin at her. “Never better,peachy pie.”

She made a gagging motion. “Peachy pie?”

“Because you’re so sweet.” I stifled my laughter at her look of revulsion.

“I’m not sweet.” There was a flicker of heat in her eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. “You sure as hell aren’t.” I winked, and a flare rose in me at the way her mouth parted. “This is so fun,” I told her, gesturing at our guests. “Everyone should have a fake wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Shhh. Someone might hear.”

I snorted. “Are you kidding? No one would believe us. Watch.” I leaned over and tilted her chin to me before I brushed my lips across hers. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Miri trilled, passing by with two glasses of champagne in her hands.

Avery laughed against my neck. “You’re right. We’ve got them.”

I glanced at the people dancing to the music and grabbed Avery’s hand. “Come on, let’s dance.”

“Now?”

I hauled her up on her feet. “Yes, now. Come on, Adams, it’s our wedding, let’s have as much fun as our guests are having.”

We were greeted on the dance floor with cheers and whoops. From then on, I kept one hand on Avery at all times—holding her hand and spinning her in a circle, resting my hand on her lower back, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, and when the music slowed down, pulling her against me and letting my fingers tangle into her hair.

Div appeared at my side. “Do you want to talk to the Hendersons? They’re here.”

Bill and Patricia Henderson had been dodging my campaign calls for weeks. Patricia Henderson was the head of the local office of the electric utility and would be a critical part of making my campaign platform a reality. I glanced past Div, where they were gathered with some other people from town, drinks in hand. At that moment, Avery lifted my arm up and spun underneath it, wiggling her ass to the music and looking fucking hilarious and adorable at the same time.

I shook my head at Div. “I’ll find them later.”

Div gave me anare you insanelook but I ignored it and spun Avery again, this time spinning her so that she landed flush against my chest, laughing. I caught a whiff of her shampoo and my cock hardened.

This was fun, but I was counting down the seconds until we could be alone. Sex on the wedding night was kind of a joke, I had thought. I’d always heard the couple was too tired to have sex. I could see how that happened, but I couldn’t imagine being too tired to touch Avery.

Will and Nat danced past us, and Avery laughed at their goofy moves. I pulled her to me and dropped another kiss on her mouth. She leaned into me, and her hands came to my chest, sighing against my mouth.

There was no way I’d be too tired tonight.

The music lowered and everyone on the dance floor looked over to where a four-tier cake was rolled out. People began gesturing at us to step forward. When Avery grabbed my hand and led me to it, a little zing of excitement ran from my hand into my chest. A server handed Avery a knife, and she looked to me. The sun was setting across the water, casting pinks and oranges across the sky, and the twinkle lights hovered above us, giving her skin a warm glow. Her cheeks were flushed from dancing.

“I think we’re supposed to do this together,” she said, holding out the knife.

I placed my hand over hers and wrapped my arm around her. The photographer’s camera clicked off to the side.

“I can’t wait to smash this cake into your face,” I murmured in her ear as we sliced into the cake.

I felt her laugh under me. A night of dancing had completely loosened her up. She was laughing easier, louder, and brighter tonight. It was like whatever anxiety had weighed on her had lifted.

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