This man… I swear if I’d committed a murder, he’d find some way to compliment my technique then take credit for it. He’s always been my biggest supporter. I really lucked out in the parent department.

“Hate to break up this little love fest,” Lizzie says, inserting herself into the middle of our huddle. “But you two are needed on the dance floor.” She grabs Sammi and me by the wrists, dragging us out there.

Sammi stares up at me, her baby blue eyes wide with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“We don’t have a song.”

I’ll be damned if after all she’s been through these past weeks, especially today, I’ll watch her fall apart over such a minor thing. “The hell we don’t,” I counter, remembering the one I played for her on my old acoustic at our spot beneath the dock. “You just let me handle this.” I kiss her cheek and hold up a finger. “Be right back.”

I rush over to the DJ booth in the corner to make my request before hurrying back to join my wife beneath the glowing spotlight.

The smile that stretches across her face confirms she recognizes the opening notes to “Make You Feel My Love,” by Garth Brooks, and that she more than approves of my choice.

“This is perfect,” she says, linking her arms around my neck as she releases a dreamy sigh. “That was one of my favorite days.”

“Mine too,” I rasp. “Every minute I spent with you in that cave was a favorite, Li’l Bit.”

I grip her waist and pull her close, inhaling her sweet scent and relishing the warmth of her body pressed to mine. Bringing my lips to her ear, I serenade my girl, for old time’s sake, while taking her for a spin around the dance floor.

Her heart beats faster with every word I sing, the warmth of her breaths coming harder and more frequent into the crook of my neck.

I nip her lobe and trace the shell of her ear lightly with the tip of my tongue during the second chorus, eliciting a full body chill.

“Lyle…I—” She stops, contemplating whether or not to complete her thought.

“Yeah?” I urge.

“This…” she says, nodding between us, “It still feels right…” It’s a question as much as it is a statement. Her nerves are kicking into overdrive. She needs to be reassured that she’s not falling back into these old feelings on her own.

“Because it is.” I slide a hand along the bare skin of her back, up the nape of her neck, and trail it along her jawline until I arrive at her chin. Leaning in, I press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Time can’t erase feelings this deep, babe. We’re written in the stars.”