Mark couldn’t keep from laughing as he spun Brandt around the dance floor at the Christmas Eve party.
Grinning, Brandt peered up at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, darlin’, I’m just happy. I was thinking about when we met, how you just blew me away that night.”
Brandt smirked. “As I recall, I was the one who got blown that night.”
“That you did, darlin’, and I’ve been falling for you ever since.”
Brandt had a wistful expression in his eyes. “Falling for” was putting it lightly. Mark was in love, and there wasn’t even a shadow of a doubt in his mind. He hadn’t said it aloud to Brandt, though.
His muscles relaxed as he glided Brandt across the dance floor. All things considered, a snail’s pace might make the most sense for declarations of love, although it didn’t remotely describe ho
