was in heaven.
Phoebe nestled her face into Wade’s throat and felt him shudder as they danced. This was a dream. It had to be. But oh, what a dream. She never wanted to wake up.
“Hey, you.” She felt Wade’s lips move against her forehead.
She lifted her head and smiled up into his gray eyes. Even in the low light on the dance floor, they seemed to blaze with heat and desire. For her? She was definitely dreaming.
“I want to take you home tonight.” His voice was rough. “But I can’t. You’ve got the car.”
“You can drive,” she offered. “Since we’re practically going to the same place.”
“I wish we were going home together,” he said. “I’d like to hold you all night long.”
His frank words were shocking, in a knot-in-the-belly exciting kind of way, and she knew her eyes widened.
“I don’t want to rush you,” he said quickly. “I realize this is new—”
“It’s not new for me,” she broke in. She reached up and placed a soft palm against his cheek. “Wade, don’t you know I’ve—” loved you “—wanted this for a long time?”
He placed his hand over hers, holding it in place as he turned his head and pressed a hot kiss into her palm. He closed his eyes briefly. “I’m a dope. I never realized—”
“Shh. It’s okay.” She didn’t want him to feel bad, or awkward, about anything. “Let’s just start from this night.”
“That sounds like a solid plan to me.” He smiled. Then his hand slid down, freeing hers as he cupped her chin and lifted her face to his.
She caught her breath, sure he was about to kiss her. Oh, God, she would melt right into the floor if he did—
“What’s going on here?” The voice was strident, female, furious—and familiar.
Phoebe jolted, tearing herself free from Wade’s arms.
Melanie stood in front of them, hands fisted on her hips. “Thanks for taking such good care of my date, sister dear,” she said in a taut, sarcastic voice.
“Back off, Mel.” Wade’s voice was cool and commanding. “You didn’t even notice I was leaving. Why the scene now?”
“Wade.” Melanie turned luminous blue eyes on him and, instantly, the anger vanished and tears welled. “You—you brought me to the reunion. Why would you treat me this way?”
Wade shook his head. “Save the act for somebody who buys it. You couldn’t have cared less what Phoebe and I were doing—”
“Phoebe and you.” Anger distorted Melanie’s pretty features and she tossed her long, shining hair back. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on Phoebe. “Sneaking around behind my back. My own sister. My twin. You’ve always wanted him, haven’t you? You’ve been in love with him the whole time, but he was mine.”
“That’s enough.” Wade took Melanie’s elbow, but she shook him off. Around them, people had stopped dancing and were staring openly, watching the drama unfold.
And Melanie loved it, Phoebe knew. She was the quintessential drama queen. This act was perfect for her.
“No,” Melanie said, and her voice grew shrill. “That’s not nearly enough. I will never forgive you for this, Wade. And you.” She stabbed an angry finger in Phoebe’s direction. “I wish I never had to see you again!”
And with one final toss of her bright tresses, Melanie whirled and stomped away, fury radiating from every move. The only thing that spoiled it was that she’d had far too much to drink and she staggered as she headed for the door, jostling a gaping group of classmates. “Get out of my way,” she shrieked. She had worked herself into a sobbing fit of tears by that time.
Wade turned back to Phoebe. “We’d better go after her. She’s had way too much to drink.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It’s a good thing she doesn’t have a car.”
“Come with me.” He held out a hand.
She shook her head, her throat clogged with sobs. “No. She’ll be impossible if she sees me. You know she’ll calm down if she doesn’t see us together.”
Wade nodded, letting his hand drop to his side as he acknowledged the truth of her statement.
She turned and walked to the table where her small evening bag lay. “Here.” She extended her car keys. “You take her home. I’ll catch a ride later.”
Wade took the keys. Then he caught her hand with his free one, bringing it to his lips for a moment. “I’ll call you,” he said.
Her heart leaped at the tender gesture. Could he really mean it? Could this evening, the moments between them on the dance floor, really be the day she’d dreamed of since she was old enough to feel her heart beating faster in his presence?
She offered him a shaky smile. “I’ll look forward to it,” she said, clutching the promise to her heart as he started away.
Just then, they heard tires shrieking in the parking lot.
“What the hell…?” Wade began to run full-out.
Phoebe rushed after him. She reached the door just in time to see her car flying out of the parking lot and down the road, and she knew immediately what had happened. Melanie knew Phoebe kept a spare key in a magnetic box in the wheel well. She’d taken the car.
Phoebe tore her mouth from Wade’s. “This isn’t—we can’t do this.” She was embarrassed that she was practically panting. And then she realized that she had a death grip on his wide shoulders. And worse, she’d made no move to separate their bodies, which were stuck like two slices of the peanut butter bread she often slapped together for lunch.
Wade’s eyebrows rose. There was a glint in his eye that looked almost dangerous. “We just did.”
“Anymore,” she tacked on belatedly, removing her hands and stepping back, forcing him to release her.
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
“Because…”
“Because your life is in California—” she spread her hands “—or wherever, and mine is here in New York now.”
“Mine won’t be wherever anymore,” he informed her. “I’m going to live here if that’s where you two will be. It’s not half-bad.”
“It gets really cold in the winter.”
“I lived at West Point for four years, remember? Believe me, I know how cold it gets here.”
“You always said you wanted to live somewhere warm,” she reminded him.
“Being around for my daughter is a lot more important
