“Oh, man, I didn’t even think of that. Damn, that would have been amazing.” He shrugged. “Next year.”
She nodded. “Next year for sure.”
His gaze dropped to the open neckline of her halter-style jersey, and he hummed. “Speaking of starving, I’ve been running on famished since you started these crazy hours. Maybe we should skip lunch and hit the sheets instead.”
She laughed and slid her arms around him, loving the warm, hard feel of him. “You do know how I like it.”
Rafe lowered his head and kissed her. A sweet I-love-you, I’ve-never-been-so-content-in-my-life, lingering kiss.
“Rafe and Mia,” Tom said. “Can I get one shot of you two together?” When they both looked at him, he shrugged. “Good to have on hand for biography pieces.”
Rafe took her hand and wandered toward the set. “Hope you’re going to be Photoshopping this, Tom.”
“Just you, honey,” Mia told him. “I’m perfect.”
Rafe slapped her butt, making her laugh.
At Tom’s direction, Rafe sat on one of the blocks and took Mia in his lap.
“Okay, perfect. Now, just act natural. Pretend the rest of us aren’t here.”
Rafe barked a laugh that made his eyes sparkle. “We’ll scar the kids for life.”
But this was easy for Mia. The way he looked at her made her feel like the only person in the room.
He lifted a hand to her cheek. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
“Mmm, maybe. Once or twice or fifty times.” She tilted her head and kissed him. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His grin was quick and full. “Maybe once or twice, but I look forward to hearing it thousands and thousands and thousands of times over the next fifty years.”
They kissed again.
“Okay,” Tom said. “Got it.”
But Rafe didn’t stop kissing her.
“We’re good,” Tom said. “It’s a wrap.”
Still, Rafe kept kissing her.
“That means break it up.” Tate’s snarky tone cut into the magical moment. “If you need some help…I’m right here.”
Tate’s sarcasm drew laughter from their friends and family and even Mia. But Rafe sighed and rolled his eyes. “Have we talked about moving to the Bahamas yet? ’Cause I’m ready. Like today. Like now. We don’t even have to pack. We can just buy what we need when we get there.”
Mia was laughing.
“That’s called a honeymoon,” Tate said. “Honeymoons require marriage.”
Rafe dropped his forehead to Mia’s shoulder and whispered, “Let’s sneak away in the middle of the night.”
Making Mia burst into giggles.
“Let’s get something to eat.” Tina came over and rousted them both. Hooking an arm through each of theirs, she started toward the door. “The natives are getting restless.” On the way out the door, she turned a conniving little grin on Mia. “Now, what would I have to do to get one of those sexy little sequined numbers?”