Dylan had never had a woman fit so well inside the circle of his arms. Of course, he’d hardly dated at all over the past fifteen years—and before that he’d been working a ranch and in high school.
But as he continued kissing Hazel—with her kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm—he felt like everything in the world had finally aligned itself. When he finally got the good sense to pull away, his eyes drifted open to see Hazel still with hers closed and l*****g her lips as if she could still taste him there.
That made his heart launch back into its rapid beat, and he kissed her again. “Will you come to the birthday party on Saturday?” he murmured when they parted again.
“Am I invited?”
“I just invited you.”
“To a one-year-old’s party, when you’re not her parent.”
“May and Kurt wo
