It’s nice to see Josh so fulfilled and content. This is the stuff dreams are made of, and we’ve made it. Even if this is as far as we get.

“I love you,” I say.

“No regrets?”

I shake my head. “Not a single one. Though I might be regretting my shoe choice by the end of the night. I’m not sure Crocs are a good look on the red carpet, though.”

He laughs, and presses a kiss to my temple. “I’ll rub your aching feet tomorrow. Promise.”

“I hope you know I’m keeping you to that. Especially if you win.”

* * *

It seems to take forever, but I’m so glad to be off my feet for a while longer before the car draws close to our destination.

“Ready?” Josh asks.

The limo pulls up, and someone opens the door. I nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

“You look beautiful.”

I blush because I still do that when my husband compliments me. Even if he does it every day.

Josh steps out first, and then turns, holding his hand out for me to take.

His hold is firm, and as I step out of the car, he rests his other hand on the small of my back. It’s those little things that make me appreciate him so much. He knows how nervous I am tonight.

This? This is a little overwhelming.

I’ve grown used to being in the public eye for the most part. I can handle someone coming to interview us. But this is the bit I’m not sure I’ll ever be completely comfortable with.

Flashes go off everywhere as cameras take a zillion photos of us. Josh wraps his arm around my waist and looks into my eyes.

“You okay?”

“Of course I am. Temporarily blinded, but I’m fine.” I grin.

“That’s my girl.” He gives me a tender kiss, and as always in that moment, it’s just me and him. “Let’s do this.”

We don’t get far before we’re stopped by a reporter gushing over him.

I’m not angry or bitter, but if so much as one more eyelash gets fluttered at him, I swear I’m going to knock the bitch out.

Josh reaches for my hand and pulls me to his side. “Of course, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my wife, Delaney. Her love and support has made all of this possible, and I’m so happy to be able to share tonight with her.”

The woman, who I don’t recognise at all, looks like she just sucked a lemon. Then she flashes a brilliant smile and wishes us well, and we go on our way.

It seems to take forever as Josh keeps getting stopped.

“Delaney.” I turn at the sound of Reece’s voice. “You look amazing.”