“I don’t think they heard you,” Jenny shouts into my ear.

“I heard you,” says a voice from the front of the stage. Unlike the rest of the people at Beau’s event, this woman looks…perturbed. I glance at Jenny to see if she knows who it is, but when I look back down for her, she’s gone.

Jenny pulls me to the side of the stage and wraps her arms around my waist. “Are you ready to dance?” She’s lit from the inside out with happiness, and I can’t wait to make that happen for her every single day. She doesn’t know it yet, but I have plans for an enormous celebration of our own. Not this summer—the Bliss Brothers rarely take up guest space for personal events during peak season—but a winter wedding at Bliss could be, as Beau would say, off the chain.

Speaking of Beau…

“Not yet. I have to talk to Beau.”

“Okay,” she says, rising on tiptoe to kiss me. The kiss deepens and heats, and Jenny’s about to jump into my arms and wrap her legs around my waist when someone taps her on the shoulder.

“Wow,” says the woman. She’s a blonde, shorter version of Jenny. “You guys should get a room.” She cracks up at her own joke.

“Celestia,” says Jenny with an affectionate shake of her head. “You want to dance?”

“Hell yeah,” her sister says, hooking her arm through hers and dragging her toward the crowd. Everything in my soul wants to follow her.

That’s okay. I’ve got a lifetime to do that. I’m sure of it.

Epilogue

Beau

They’re all having so much fun.

I look out over the crowd, scanning for any sign that someone’s not enjoying themselves. My brothers think I spend all my time drinking and dancing, but in reality I spend the bulk of every event trying to create joy. Trying to create…a kind of magic, I guess.

They don’t know that it’s a magic I don’t feel.

The lights swirl in their holders on the stage, illuminating the crowd, and as hard as I look, I can’t find a single person who’s not having a great time. There’s Roman’s girl, Jenny. They’ll make you believe in love even if nothing else does. I will never forget having to break that news to Roman. It was a job I did not relish.

Secretly, I don’t relish this job, either. But how am I supposed to tell them that?

After all, when it comes to the Bliss Resort, I am the entertainment.

And that’s all I am.

“Hey, Beau.”

The voice at my elbow is level, and I can tell from that one word that he’s not drunk. Not even buzzed.

“Roman.” I lift my cocktail in a salute. “Excellent speech, man.”