Page 170 of Between the Blue
And then, not even a moment later, my mind’s already shifted.
Back to her.
Because she has to be here.
I swallow. Lift my gaze. Scan the room.
The smile comes back, full force this time.
Because there she is.
Back corner of the room. Sweater and jeans. Smirk on her face. Clapping. Eyes on me.
And I don’t think any further. I go straight for her. Hands pat my back the whole way. Voices say my name. But they don’t phase me.
Her smile only grows as she realizes. Jules must know this look in my eyes by now. The one only reserved for her. Because only she could ever get it out of me.
If I’m sure of anything, I’m sure of that.
I don’t waste a moment when I reach her. Grab her hand. Haul her behind me as I head for the back door.
I think some people call out for me. A few probably chuckle. But it all just sounds like muffled noise to me. And I don’t care about any of it.
As soon as we’re on the back deck, I close the door behind us.
I spin around and find her in the sunlight. Arms crossed. Looking up at me under her lashes.
“Well, hey there pro hockey–”
I cut her words off with a deep kiss. Surprise her. But she still wraps her arms around my neck right away. Like they’re always meant to be there.
I dip down. Pick her up by the back of her thighs. Spin her around and set her down on the railing. Never let her lips leave mine the whole time. And I don’t give a damn who sees.
I finally separate my mouth from hers. Just enough to get a few words out.
“How do you look in cowgirl boots?” I ask her.
“How do you think?” Jules retorts.
I shake my head. Grin against her lips. “Like a fucking angel.”
“I always knew you were smart, Ben James.”
I kiss her again. She lets me. Because she loves me.
Of course she loves me.
I love her.
“We should get back–” Jules tries to say, but I kiss her again.
“Not yet,” I mutter.
She chuckles. Scoots forward a little, like she wants to slide off the railing. I let her, even though I’d rather keep her there all night and let everyone else go home.
She steps past me. Moves towards the door. “Your mom’s going to wonder where you are–”
“Jules?”
