I glance over and Tate lifts one brow, probably wondering if he needs to rescue me or Lindsay. My gaze stays trained on him when I answer. “I’ll give you the same advice my sister-in-law gave me after I met Tate. Love doesn’t come around every day. If there’s even a possibility it’s real—something lasting between you two—don’t let it pass you by. Hold on to it with everything you’ve got. Who knows, maybe you’ll be taking your own walk down the aisle in a year.”
“A year! No way. That’s so soon. I don’t think I could make a major life decision like that,” she says, but her eyes find Jerry’s and I call bullshit.
“Mmm.” I shrug. “Never say never.”
The DJ’s voice rings out across the courtyard. “Tate and Evie, we need you on the dance floor. Someone help a brother track down those newlyweds!”
“I think we’re being summoned.” Tate winks and drops a chaste kiss on my lips as he snakes his arm around my waist.
“Yes, go, go!” Lindsay shoos us away, smiles, and glances over at Jerry from under her lashes. Wow. She’s really into him. By the way he’s returning her stare, I think the feeling is mutual.
“That went okay?” Tate asks, his voice low as we wind our way through the tables and onto the tent covered dance floor.
“Yeah.” I still can’t believe I read her so wrong. I think back over the few interactions I had with her and how my opinion was swayed by all the crap going down with Melissa and Drew. “She’s actually really nice, like you said. I think she’s got it bad for Jerry.”
“Good. Because he can’t stop talking about her. It’s driving Jon nuts.” Tate laughs and shakes his head. “Hell, who knows? Maybe in another year we’ll be dancing at their wedding.”
“Funny, I said the exact thing.”
Tate pulls me into his arms. “For now, can I have the first dance?”
“You can have them all.”