“It has,” I say, when he pulls away. “I think the last time I saw you, you were in a unitard.”

Cam laughs, running a hand up to push back his combed, blond hair. “Yeah, well, I’ve retired the uni. But you’ll still find me Sculling on the Potomac every now and then when I’m down here.”

Still a semi-douchebag then.

“Silly me,” I say. “I didn’t think civil servants had much downtime.”

“Very little. Obviously, my constituents are my priority.”

I nod, looking around. “I’m sure even though it’s after business hours, you’re working now. Seems many of your colleagues are here.”

“We all appreciate your father.”

“You appreciate what the Montgomery name can do for you,” I translate. I’m sure the dozens of senators and congressmen here tonight could care less about my engagement. They’re just putting in the work for potential presidential appointments.

“I was hoping to catch up when I knew you were in town. I just didn’t imagine doing it at your engagement party. Congratulations, by the way.” He nods at my ring. “I never thought Fitzy had it in him.”

The table moves with a thump and Cam jumps. But I know, Josh—all three hundred pounds of him—is all bark, and no bite.

I clear my throat. “Cam, this is Josh Lawrence. Josh, this is Congressman”—I fold my lips in for a minute—“Congressman Holdings. We all went to high school together.”

Josh doesn’t lift a hand when Cam does. I nudge him with my hip. “Fitz told me. I heard you rowed crew.”

I stomp on his foot. “Would you excuse me? I⁠—”

“I was looking for you.” A warm set of arms snake around my waist. “I need to steal my gorgeous bride for a minute.”

Has he always sounded that way? Fitz’s voice is so deep and smooth I’d listen to him read a grocery list on repeat.

Fitz’s lips find my cheek. “How is going, Cam?” he says against my skin, flooding my body with goosebumps. I secure my hand on top of his that are now locked against my middle and he only tightens his hold.

I want to sneak away, to excuse myself, but I can’t. It was easier before. God, it was so much easier. But now I know what it’s like to have Fitz steal my breath and swallow it down like it was meant for him all along. Now I know how being beneath his weight is somehow a delicious mixture of too much and not enough all at the same time.

“I need you outside for a second. Josh, look after Congressman Cam for me, would you?”

Josh’s face hardens. “Happy to.”