“Five!” Evie yells at the top of her lungs, champagne sloshing from her glass from all the excess movement.
“Four!” Vick yells, groaning at the mess her younger sister made.
“Three!” Max crows, both hands cupped around her mouth, me holding her flute of champagne until her antics are over but we’re running out of time.
“Two!” Brody’s voice booms loudly in my house, ricocheting off the walls so it feels like we’re getting hit by it from all sides, sides, sides.
“One!” I yell at the ceiling, handing over Max her champagne and yanking Brody down for a midnight kiss, the first of many, many, many more to come. “Happy New Year, Brody Kane.”
Brody smiles against my mouth and it’s everything, everything.
“Happy New Year, Amber Prewitt.” He kisses the smile from my mouth, then gives me anoth
