Ford shakes his head, grinning. “Y’all are so cute it’s gross, you know that? I love it.”

“We love you,” I say, meeting his eyes. “Seriously. I don’t think we’d be here right now if you hadn’t talked some sense into Grey so he’d let you come back to Montgomery Partners full time. Charlie Brown and I appreciate that more than you know.”

“I appreciate it more than you know,” Grey says. “Thank you, brother.”

Ford waves us away, turning back to the speaker situation. “Y’all are welcome. Just save the dirty dancing for behind closed doors, all right?”

“I make no guarantees. Do you?” I ask Grey.

He takes a sip of his champagne and smacks his lips. “Nope.”

It takes a couple minutes and some help from Greyson, but Ford eventually figures the speakers out. Grey plugs in a laptop, and few seconds later, “Let’s Dance” starts to play.

My heart flutters inside my chest.

There’s no way I could pick a favorite Bowie song. But if I had to, this one would be a top contender.

Grey extends his hand. “Wanna?”

“Like you even need to ask.”

I take his hand, and he sweeps me onto the dance floor. I’m awkward and unwieldy and my center of gravity is God knows where, but Grey doesn’t seem to mind. He pulls out all the moves—lawnmower, sprinkler, shopping cart—and I do my best to keep up, laughing the whole time.

I end up in his arms again. Mine looped around his neck, his looped around my back (they barely reach all the way around me anymore!). My big old belly keeps us farther apart than I’d like, but Grey still bumps and grinds against me like the best of them. Turning me around so my back is to his front.

A pulse of heat moves through me when his hands slip to my ass.

“Inappropriate!” Ford says as he passes by, Bryce on his hip.

Laughing, I turn back around to kiss Grey on the cheek.

As I turn, I see that everyone has joined us on the dance floor. They surround us. Bumping hips, elbows. Faces lifted as we all sing the words to the song.

A swell of joy bowls me over. Here I am, shaking my ass like I’m not eight months pregnant, surrounded by so much love and support and happiness it almost hurts.

I never in a million years would’ve guessed my story and Grey’s would end like this—on such a high, happy note.

But then I realize that this isn’t the end.

It’s the beginning.

The beginning of something bigger than ourselves.

The beginning of a new story.

One that feels so very right.

This won’t be our last joyful moment. Just like we haven’t experienced our last painful one. There are more to come.

Many, many more. And I get to experience them all, good and bad, with Grey and Charlie Brown. I’ll have them by my side through it all.

We dance until our feet hurt. And then we go home and dance some more.