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“Our family ... and they’re all posted nearby like your very own secret service should anything go awry.”
She laughs.
I’m serious, though. We take her safety seriously and if anyone so much as takes aim at the salon or throws an egg at her again, they’re going to be on thin ice.
But for once, I’m not as she lifts onto her toes and kisses my neck, then my jaw before finding my lips.
My hand lands on the door handle of the supply closet and we disappear inside as my pulse kicks into gear and the kiss deepens.
She giggles as my hair brushes her face in the near darkness.
She laces her fingers through my hair and says, “You really need a cut.”
“Seems like I’m in the right place.”
“True.”
My gaze, finding hers in the near darkness, I add, “Wherever you are, is where I’m meant to be.”
Her eyes close and our mouths meet again.
My arms tighten around her, drawing her closer.
Junie’s palms roam across my back and her mouth on mine turns hungry, demanding.
Perhaps she needs a snack in addition to water, but the way she kisses me tells me for now, this is the only nourishment we need. The assurance that we’re on the same team, that we’re loyal to each other, and this moment.
We bump into things in the closet and it sounds like bottles tip over. But Junie doesn’t stop as if making up for all the months we were apart. I give back to her so she knows just how much I missed her.
A shelf digs into my back as her fingers tangle in my hair again, but I barely flinch. There’s a desperation in her touch that speaks volumes—the fear of losing me again, the relief of having me back.
I pull away just enough to whisper, “If you want me back, it’ll be different. Instead of the Popovik and Cruz crew, it’ll be us. But if you want your mom’s meatballs for dinner, that’s what you get. I won’t take sides.”
She laughs lightly. “It’s just you and me?”
I nod, pressing my forehead to hers. “You and me … and meatballs. Maybe we should just make our own.”
This earns more laughter and we fall together again in a kiss that’s like a promise.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
With my familybusy helping Junie open shop and an intense game schedule, the first half of November flies by when I remember I said I’d handle the music and DJ for Erica and Shane’s wedding.
After begging my brothers, Joey agrees to be the DJ for the reception, but that doesn’t solve the problem of needing a three-piece band for the ceremony. While the Cruzes are entertaining, we didn’t inherit the mariachi genes from Pop’s side of the family.
I spot Margo outside the locker room at the Ice Palace and call, “Just the woman I was hoping to see.”
Beau appears out of nowhere, expression sharp.
I pump my hands. “For her wedding planning services. Junie and I are?—”
Margo perks up, her eyebrows rising quickly and sharply.
“Planning Shane and Erica’s big day,” I clarify.
“Oh, right.”
But this does remind me of the idea I had when I asked about her availability a while back. However, I’ll make sure I invite Beau along when I’m ready to talk to her about it so he doesn’t break my face.
