Page 85 of #Moonstruck

“Kisser?” Angie supplied, making me laugh.

“Yes, but he’s also a good guy.” Maybe too good.

“It’s like you’re living an actual fairy tale.”

I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. I knew this was no fairy tale. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I don’t think there will be a happily ever after in our future. He’s in the major leagues, and I’m not even on the farm team.”

“I don’t know what that means. But if you’re trying to say he’s out of your league, not true. You are fabulous.”

This was why we were friends.

“Even if it doesn’t end well,” she continued, “at least the middle part will have been completely awesome.”

Time to tell her all of it. “We made it official last night.”

“You did? How did you make itofficial?” She waggled her eyebrows at me.

“Not like that. We agreed to be exclusive, and he ... he said he loved me.” Telling Angie made it feel more real.

“What?” Then she screamed. Actually screamed with excitement while jumping up and down. Like she was at one of Ryan’s concerts.

A few seconds later, Fox came running into the women’s bathroom, his hand on his weapon in his belt. “What happened?”

“We’re fine,” I told him. “Angie’s just happy for me.”

Fox took another quick look around and left, muttering something about giving him a heart attack, which struck both of us as hilarious, and we busted out laughing.

“Did you see that?” I asked when our laughter finally faded.

“Did I see what? Fox run in here like a crazy person?”

“Fox left Ryan and came running in to save you. He’s being paid to protect Ryan, and he didn’t think twice about leaving him behind.” I knew Fox had feelings for Angie, but I wanted her to know it, too. “Isn’t that interesting?”

She looked thoughtful. “It is interesting.”

We left the restroom and rejoined Ryan and Fox. This time Fox took a cue from his boss and helped Angie with her chair.

I whispered in Ryan’s ear. “We should go. Have the server pack up our food, and let’s leave Fox and Angie alone.”

“Are you trying to have me all to yourself, Miss Harrison?”

“Absolutely.” I pressed a soft kiss against his jaw, right under his ear.

He immediately stood. “We have to get going. Something’s come up. But please stay and enjoy—my treat. Before you say anything, Fox, we’re headed straight home.”

Home. It wasn’t my home, but when Ryan said the word, it felt like it was.

The server was at another table nearby, and after he finished, Ryan gave him his credit card with the instructions to take extra good care of Fox and Angie. Then he asked him to pack our food. We waited at the bar for it to arrive.

“Why did you tell Fox we were headed to your house?”

“Because it’s the only place he would let us go without him.” He had his arm around my waist. His nose nuzzled my neck, and I used the bar to help me stay vertical. “It’s cute how much of a matchmaker you’ve turned out to be.”

“Just for Angie. She deserves all the happiness in the world.”

“So do you. I plan on making sure you get it.”

What else could I do but kiss him again?