Page 128 of Hometown Touchdown
“I’m beyond good,” I say honestly. “This is...everything.”
He leans in and brushes his lips against my temple. “We did alright.”
Before I can pull him in for another kiss that would definitely lead to a room-clearing situation, Mrs. Dalton appears beside us, clutching her husband’s arm with one hand and her clutch in the other.
“Sweetheart,” she says, directing it toward Knox, “we’re going to head out. It’s been beautiful. So proud of you. I left your wedding gift by the cake table, and Iwillbe texting tomorrow to find out if you cried.”
“She’s not kidding,” Mr. Dalton adds. “I watched her typing the message.”
Knox chuckles. “Want me to grab your shawl?”
“That’d be lovely.”
He leans over and kisses her cheek, then turns and heads toward the coat closet off the side hallway, just past the dessert table.
I sip my water, watching him go, sighing dreamily.
And then— “What the hell.”
The shout echoes across the reception space. A few heads turn. Then a few more.
I set my wine down and hurry over just in time to see Knox standing frozen in front of the coat closet, hand braced on the door, eyebrowswayup.
Inside?
Cam. And Kate.
Her dress is wrinkled. His shirt is untucked. They’re wide-eyed and guilty, like they got caught sneaking cookies before dinner—but instead of cookies, they were sneaking a makeout session.
I blink. “Oh my God.”
Kate, ever composed, even with messy hair, smooths her lipstick with one finger. “Hey, newlyweds.”
Cam looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. “We were just...uh…”
“Grabbing coats? In June?” I offer helpfully, eyes wide with barely contained glee.
“Yep,” Kate says, completely unfazed. “Just checking to make sure they’re all here.”
Knox stares at them, deadpan. “Thiswasthe coat closet. You two just defiled it and made it your hookup closet.”
“Technicality,” Kate mutters.
“You’ve been hooking up?” I whisper-yell, suddenly trying to calculatehow long. “Wait—how long?”
Cam rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “A few months.”
Knox groans and scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m gonna need a moment.”
“Youowe mea moment,” Cam fires back. “You’ve been making goo-goo eyes at Brynn since the second she moved backto town. And I had to hear all of your lovesick troubles for weeks.”
“You got caught in acoat closet,” I deadpan.
“Could’ve been worse.” Kate shrugs.
Mrs. Dalton appears behind me, looking confused. “Did you find my shawl?”
I snap into bride-mode. “Foundsomethings, Mrs. Dalton. We’ll have your shawl out in just a second.”
