“Oh, look! There’s Jared now. Come here and say hello to Pastor Evans, son!”

Jared greeted the Pastor, then found Brandi and roped her into the conversation. Tommy gave me a wanton look that paired well with his smile and pulled me aside.

“You saved my voice text,” he murmured.

“I liked your voice text. Of course, I saved it,” I whispered back.

“Oh,” he said softly, a surprised yet bashful look on his face. “Is this bourbon?” he asked, pointing at my glass.

“Yeah, you want me to make you one?”

“No, it’s hot out, and I’ve probably had enough already between brunch and the tux shop. I’ll take a sip of yours, though.”

With a smirk, I passed him the glass, and when he took it, he let his fingers brush against mine on the chilled glass. Why was that so fucking erotic? Holding hands, brushing fingers, long embraces… It felt like I was in a movie set in the antebellum South, and Tommy had come a-courtin’.

Well, sorta… Except for the fact I was a fifty-five-year-old Black woman, and he was a thirty-two-year-old Mexican-American, but it felt soft and sort of innocent in the dirtiest way possible.

“So…” he began while slowly bringing my glass of chilled bourbon to his lips. “Did you start that list yet?”

Now it was my turn to blush and look bashful. “Not yet, but I’ve been giving it some thought.”

“Hm,” he hummed, holding the bourbon in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. “You know I meant an actual list, right?”

“An annotated series of actionable items? Or will a bullet-pointed email do?” I asked.

“Either, but I want you to make it and send it to me. I like lists. I like instruction. I do well with directions. Very well.” His lips quirked into a secret grin. “Should I keep an eye out for it?”

“Um…”

I looked around us at the members of my family and the wedding party milling around my yard. Could they see the attraction between us? Because it felt as real and physical to me as a hand on my pussy.

“How detailed do you want me to be?” I stammered.

Tommy could barely contain his glee as he stepped in close enough to place a hand on my hip and whisper in my ear. “All of them. All of the fine lines, the hash marks, and the layers that hide beneath them. Every secret you’ve ever kept and every Fibonacci sequence it will take to unlock them. I want all of the details, Darcy. All of them.” He placed a quick, secret kiss on my neck. “Now laugh like I just said something hilariously lewd,” he said, squeezing my hip before he backed away.

“Tommy!” I gasped in feigned surprise and gave him a little shove.