It was past midnight. They were closing the restaurant tonight, but the waitstaff didn’t seem to mind. It was just that kind of a night. Mellow.
Special.
Great food. Great company. Great conversation.
Boone suddenly turned to look at her, and his warm gaze held hers. His lips curved. Heat flared in his eyes.
She blushed, knowing what he was thinking.
He leaned close, whispered, “I want you.”
Her cheeks burned. Her pulse quickened. She nodded. She wanted him, too.
“You and me,” he said, voice pitched low, sliding an arm around her shoulders.
“Together,” she added, huskily.
He smiled.
He’d taken her to see the Dave Matthews Band in concert and this was her favorite song. It was her anthem. Their anthem. She’d always felt like it’d been written just for them.
“Can do anything,” Boone finished.
She smiled unsteadily, blinking back tears.
It was true, she thought, reaching for his hand under the table and holding it tightly. Together they could do anything.
Together anything was possible.
Together.
That was the key word.
That was the important piece.