Page 114 of Unlocked Dive

Everything goes a little surreal after that—a whirlwind of congratulations and excited hugs, toasts and drunken speeches and questionable choices on the rigs. Basically all my favorite things about a Big Top party. My joy surrounds me, vibrant with friendship and family andlove.

We’re both cruising comfortably in that hazy place between a little drunk and not-quite-tired by the time Coen and I are finally alone.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, dropping my head back onto his shoulder.

“Like what?” He’s leaning against the edge of the stage with my back pressed against his front, and I’m not sure who’s holding who up at this point.

“Like you’re expecting the other foot to drop, and you want to gobble me up before I disappear.” I snap my teeth at him. “Afraid I’m gonna change my mind?”

“It’s shoe. And you better not.” He pinches my lower lip and gives it a tug. “I’m just waiting for that sassy mouth of yours to make some comment about my biological clock or second trophy wives.”

“I would never spoil one of your perfect romantic gestures like that.”

“You thought it was perfect, huh?” His eyes twinkle.

“Everything about you is perfect. Besides—” I tilt my chin to give him my best sassy grin. “I’ve always wanted to be a trophy wife.”