He leans back, and her eyes widen like she realizes what just happened.
“I do too,” Benson quickly says as the man asks him the same question.
“You tricked me!” Lilah accuses, and Benson laughs as he kisses his bride without permission, subduing her once again.
“You may kiss the bride,” the man sighs. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. And blah blah blah. Damn Wild One weddings,” he adds, grumbling as he walks away.
It’s almost a roar of howls that break free around me, and I laugh, clapping as I watch Kylie howl with the rest of them. Hell, even I’m tempted to howl.
But before I can decide on that, everyone is suddenly moving chairs. It turns into a frenzy as tables come out of nowhere, getting setup around the edges.
I’m still sitting in the middle, me and my lone chair, completely dumbfounded by how fast they’re changing the whole setup.
Idly, I spot Kylie as she’s pulling her boots off, carefully placing them in a box like they’re fragile, then places the box in a wooden chest, before shutting the lid and latching it.
My lips tug up in a confused grin, because as always, she’s an enigma.
I slowly stand, lift my chair, and move it to a table as the altar area turns into a small platform stage. They pull sheets off of it, revealing amps, and microphone stands come next.
They pull back the small curtain that is hung on two poles to reveal a piano, drums, and a couple of guitars.
My eyebrows go up, but I’m distracted when Becky is suddenly beside me, handing me a beer.
“Did you like the cobbler?” she asks as I take the beer, admittedly checking the cap for puncture marks before I twist it off.
“Killian loved it,” I tell her tightly, looking around for Kylie.
This won’t look good, and I definitely need to look good on day one of our reunion . In the back of my mind, there was always this really stupid hope that she wouldn’t care about Felicia or the fact I was an absolute fucking dick to have forgotten her.
“Oh,” Becky grumbles, then brightens immediately. “I’ll just bring you another one. They won’t be at your house later, will they? Because—”
“Walk away, Becky,” Kylie’s voice interrupts as she comes up on my other side, smirking at Becky.
Becky looks between us as Kylie steps against my side, and of course I drop my arm around her shoulders. Because, Kylie is jealous. And there’s no reason to be.
I didn’t fucking move here for Becky.
Becky swallows hard before backing away carefully, as though she’s watching for Kylie to attack and trying not to make any sudden movements.
I can’t help but grin.
“How many girls from Tomahawk have you fucked already?” Kylie asks me.
And my smile dies.
“None. Though one did fuck me with her mouth. I ended up chasing her to this…place.”
I gesture around me as the madness ensues, and two girls get on stage in front of us with two guys.
“You mean the girl you forgot to tell you were in a relationship?” she asks dryly.
I knew that was coming.
“I really did forget about Felicia—”
“Not helping your case,” she butts in.
Deep breath, Liam. “I haven’t been with anyone since you left that day.”
That has her beer pausing at her lips, and she looks up at me.
“What about all the girls who’ve been bringing this sexy, beardless, new guy daily gifts of food?”
I smile slowly, reaching over to twirl one of her curls around my finger.
“None. Kept wondering if you were ever going to get in on that action. I really did expect to open my door one day and find you there, burned homemade cupcakes in hand.”
She snorts and looks away as people start dancing.
Lilah shouts something to one of the girls singing, and she nods, grinning as Lilah and Benson take over the middle of the dance floor.
Half the people are dancing. Half are eating.
Kylie and I are just standing in the middle of it all, almost like that first night when people danced around us and I tried to pry into her head. I was worried she was a liability in over her abilities on that dive.
Then I was just fascinated with the way she handled me, instead of blushing and stuttering like her look made me think she would. I was fascinated by how different she was from what I kept expecting.
Then fucking addicted.
“I don’t take men perfectly edible food just to get laid,” she says, and I tense.
“Have you been with anyone since you left?”
She smirks before drinking her beer, not answering that. Just as I start to grow agitated, she turns to face me.
“I haven’t wanted to be with anyone. But that doesn’t mean—”
I cut her off, pulling her to me so I can kiss her again. Because I can’t help myself. It’s been a long damn year.