"Dance with me?" Brice whispers in my ear, and I nod. He doesn't need words to know what his proximity does to my body. I fight the involuntary shiver as he takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.
He holds me close, closer than some of the other couples, and his eyes are on me.
"This wedding is so different from the ones I’ve attended in Dallas," I say, needing to fill the silence.
"How so?" he asks, his voice low, a conversation just for us.
"Well, the big society weddings are basically a networking event. Many times, people don't even know who’s getting married but they bring a gift and network. I guess it's a win for them and a win for the bride and groom receiving gifts or money. Here it's all about the couple. The guests want to attend. It’s fun. People are actually dancing. And there’s a cake with real ingredients in it."
He chuckles at that. "What kind of cake do they serve in Dallas?"
"Egg-free, sugar-free, gluten-free, taste-free,” I laugh. I always pass. I only tend to go to weddings of people I know, and I eat beforehand. I'm 'still single' as they like to remind me, and I get swamped with marriage proposals.”
Brice’s body goes stiff.
"What's wrong?" I ask, confused.
"Guys really propose to you at the weddings?"
"Yeah, the guys with big egos who think I'm a girl obsessed with being married, and they can waltz in and take over running my company. No thanks."
When I look up at him, I don't even get a read on his face before his lips are on mine, right there in the middle of the dance floor, in front of pretty much the whole town. If Sage and the girls were wondering what was going on before, they’ll be hounding us now. Even though I still don't have answers to their questions.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. "Have dinner with me and my parents tomorrow night?"