Three is a War (Tangled Lies #3)

“I know you told me you’re still friends, but witnessing with my own eyes…” My chest hitches with a ragged breath. “It’s the best wedding gift you could’ve given me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He pockets the tissue, studying me closely. “You can ask me what we talked about.”

“If I need to know, I trust you’ll tell me.”

He cradles my face in his hands and leans his forehead against mine. “I love you, Danni Savoy.”

“I love y—”

He kisses the words from my mouth with a passion that choreographs the dance of my heart.

Hours later, after dinner and speeches and cake, we stand at the center of the dance floor, surrounded by friends and family. Bree and my parents, colleagues and old neighbors—everyone is here.

“This is it, my tiny dancer.” He trails his fingertips across my cheek. “Your one and only chance to put a dance in the history books of best-ever first dances. No pressure.”

“I’m not sweating it.” I might be sweating it.

A few minutes ago, I gave the DJ a song title, one I didn’t have to think about. I meet the DJ’s eyes, letting him know I’m ready. Then I turn back to Trace and smile.

The piano harmony of Yours by Ella Henderson spirals around us, pulling us closer, chest to chest, hand and hand, hearts beating.

“You’re my waltz.” I kiss his neck, whisper in his ear, “I’m yours.”

His chest rises and falls on a deep inhale. Then we move together, our love leading the steps, guiding our breaths, carrying us elegantly, fluidly across the floor with sweeping turns.

I cling to him, all wide shoulders and arctic eyes, lost in his depths. This is the dance, the one I’ll always remember. To everyone watching, it’s a waltz—the controlled, pronounced, wave-like rise and fall. But to us, it’s the beginning of forever, the swelling and contracting of passion, with our hearts thundering at the center of the turns.

“I’ll never be finished with you.” He yanks me close, his breath at my ear.

“Good thing this is a forever thing.”

The moments, the memories, the pain, and the happiness—I’m grateful for it all.

Everything led me to him.