Page 85 of Welcome to Blackbird Hollow
There’s cheers when Wyatt dips me low, his large hand open on the small of my back. I laugh against his mouth as he pulls me back upright, breaking the kiss to cradle my face between his fingers.
“I only came here because I thought I didn’t have a home to go back to,” I tell him. “Funny how things work.”
One of his dark brows arches. “How’s that?”
I shrug. “Because I ended up coming home anyway.”
A smile overtakes his features as he gazes down at me. “Hey,” he murmurs. “You look beautiful. And you also look a lot like you?—”
“Love you?” I ask with a laugh. “That’s because I do, sweet boy. I love you, Wyatt Hayes, and I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.”
He raises one of my hands to his lips, brushing a delicate kiss onto my knuckles that makes my knees weak. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Then he laces his fingers into mine and leads me closer to the heat of the bonfire, where our family is already dancing in the light.
THE END
