Page 112 of Just Business

“Stop that.” No malice in those words at all.

Justin stroked Eli’s back. “Why?”

“Because you’re turning me on, and no one needs to see that.” Eli’s smile was as bright as the sun.

He nibbled at the spot again. “It’s our wedding. I’m allowed to turn you on.”

Eli ran his fingers through the back of Justin’s hair—they both still wore kippot. “When we get home, I’m putting a very different ring on you.”

Now it was Justin’s turn to shudder. Fear and excitement atthatthought. “Promises, promises.”

Eli chuckled, and tipped Justin’s head up for a quick kiss. “Have I ever not delivered?”

“No.” To Justin’s great delight.

As the last strains of the music faded, a crowd formed around them—with two chairs.

Uh-oh.He’d heard about this. “Eli?”

Eli shook his head, but his grin was wider. “I didn’t plan this—honestly.”

Justin recognized the man that came forward—Noah’s dad. “What is a wedding without a hora, Eli?” He pointed at the chair. “Sit.”

For the first time, Justin watched Eli obey an order without a quip or a frown. He sat and looked up at Justin, one eyebrow raised.

Oh God, he was going to have to do this, wasn’t he? From out of the crowd, his sister’s voice carried. “Don’t be a wuss, Justin!”

He sat, the music started, and up they went, rocking back and forth, high above the heads of the dancers. Justin clung to the underside of his chair and tried not to fall off while those dancing him around aimed for the opposite.

Nearby, Eli’s laughter rang out—his head was thrown back and that look of unrestrained joy took Justin’s breath away and stripped Justin of fear. He reached out his hand and Eli took it, grinning from ear to ear. Awe and love bubbled out of Justin and into the laughter he could not hold back. Too soon, the dance was over and they were set back down. Somewhere along the line, they both stood and ended up breathless in each other’s arms.

“You okay?” Eli gripped his arm.

Justin’s heart hadn’t quite forgiven him yet. “That was the most horrifying, wonderful—” He sucked in a breath. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Eli kissed him and they both stumbled back to the head table to rest and let the guests have the dance floor. Justin grabbed a glass of water while Eli stretched out his left leg. They never stopped holding hands.

Hishusband.Holy shit.Justin giggled.

“What?”

Everything. Justin set down his glass. “This is not what I expected when I handed Sam my résumé.”

Once more, Eli laughed, his eyes mirroring the joy. “Nor I, love. Nor I.”

Love. Yes. He squeezed Eli’s hand. His. Theirs. Together.

It really didn’t get any better than that.

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