I nod, understanding now. “And you thought, naturally, I hope the hot bartender there likes dick?”
I laugh. “Yet another reason I love you. So fucking relentless.”
“I am absolutely relentless. And admit it,” he says, poking me. “Admit you’re glad I went there. Admit you’re so fucking happy I went to The Magpie to check out the rumor about the hot bartender.”
I lean in close, brushing my lips against his ear. “You know how much I like that you showed up. As in . . . love.” I pull away, taking a moment to savor the view—his blue eyes, his chiseled jaw, his trim beard, and most of all, his smile. It just does something to me every time he flashes it my way. “And I should thank Oliver for the tip.”
“Wait. Want to know what else the guys said to me when they mentioned it?”
Fitz’s expression softens, sliding into that smile that’s my undoing. “Logan said, ‘Maybe you’ll meet someone with an accent just like Oliver’s who’ll sweep you off your feet.’”
“So, really, both of your mates were right. I definitely owe them a thanks.”
He nudges my side. “What will you say? Thanks for sending that irresistible sex god into my bar?”
“Yes. That. Precisely that,” I deadpan. I stare off in the distance. “Funny. You went from sex god to besotted fool in love in, what was it, five days in London?”
“That’s all it took?” Fitz asks dryly. “I thought it was less.”
“If memory serves.”
“Then I’m guilty as charged. I’m both.” He taps his chest, owning it. “I’m still both. I can multitask.”
“You are definitely both,” I say. “Those are among your pros.”
“You better not keep a list of my cons.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease.
Fitz grabs my arm. His eyes plead with me. “Say it’s all pros. Your list.”
“Say it or mean it?” I toss back.
I run my hand over his where he’s gripping me, giving him the reassurance he sometimes seeks. And he always deserves. “Don’t ever forget it only took me five days to fall in love with you too. So, yes, the list is all pros. You are all pros. Now, let’s be good boys and go see our guests.”
He grabs my ass, squeezing. “Good. And then a little later, I am going to strip you naked and have my way with you. Because I am seriously hot for my husband.”
“Yet another pro. Also, ditto.” I smooth a hand down my tie, then straighten his. “There. We look presentable now.”
“We won’t later,” he adds.
“I know. Trust me, I know.”
We head back inside, scanning the guests. Summer and Oliver are sharing a slice of cake. Logan and Bryn are dancing slowly. Ransom stands at the bar, his elbow resting on it. He tips his forehead at Fitz, who nods back at him. His teammate then returns his focus to a pretty redhead, who’s laughing and, it seems, making him laugh.
“He does seem rather hooked on Teagan,” I whisper.
Fitz peers at his friend. “Yeah? How can you tell?”
“He looks at her the way you and I looked at each other when we first met. Perhaps at the teahouse. Wait. That was a little risqué. Possibly how we looked at each other at Sticks and Stones.”
Tilting his head, Fitz regards them like he’s gathering data. “Or maybe how we were on the Harry Potter bridge. Or outside the Tube station?”
I toss him a wry grin. “Well, if he looks at her the way we did outside the Tube station, this whole boathouse will go up in flames. I know I did. That’s when you told me how much you loved fucking me.”
He laughs heartily, draping his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go with the riverboat cruise, then. That was moderately chaste for us. But I was also pretty damn hooked on you by then. And that means he’s screwed if she doesn’t feel the same.”
“Do you think he’s even aware he’s got it bad for Bryn’s best friend?”
Fitz shrugs, lowering his voice another notch. Not sure. But he had his heart broken a while ago, and at laser tag the other week, Bryn and I were saying she’d be good for him. Whether he figures that out is anyone’s guess, but she did win him at the charity auction.”
“The one you’re never participating in again?”
Fitz holds up his hand, running his thumb over his platinum band. “Um, yeah. Taken. Hello? But that raises an interesting point. Would you have bid on me? Like, say you never met me, hypothetically. And you went to the auction and saw me onstage. In the Win a Date with a Player auction.”
I laugh. “You’re assuming I’d have been at the auction.”
“Work with me. Pretend you were. Pretend I’m onstage all smoldering and sexy. You’d have bid on me, right?”
This man. He has always made me laugh. “No. Of course not.”