“If you keep licking your lips like that, I’m gonna have to pull the truck over.” Vance brought our entwined hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on the back of mine.

I giggled like a lovesick fool. “We’re on my driveway. You’re gonna pull over in the field?”

He smiled against my skin, placing another kiss before dropping our hands to rest on my lap. “I will if I have to.”

Snickering, I sassed, “Don’t even think you’re rounding the bases with me, Vance Cumberland. First base is as far as this is going.”

Vance’s charming grin dropped, his handsome face growing sincere in the glowing lights from the dashboard. “I’m not looking at stealing second or third or playing any sort of game with you, Miss Austin. And the only home I’m interested in is making one with you someday. I want a future with you. Don’t you get that by now?”

Face in flames, I liked the sound of that way too much. I bit my lip to tame the grin, but nothing could contain it during the bumpy ride down the old farm road.

A song came on the radio, catching my attention. “Ooh, will you turn it up?”

“You like this song?” Vance did as I asked, smiling as he glanced over at me.

I stopped humming along. “Yes. I think it’s called ‘Heaven’ by Bryan Adams.”

Vance put the truck in park and hopped out. He rounded the front of the truck, his form flashing in the beams of the headlights. My door opened and then he was helping me get out.

I giggled. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing with my lady.” Vance wrapped my arms around his neck and then placed his hands on my hips, swaying us to the slow melody.

We danced quietly, listening to the angsty lyrics about love lighting the way and being all that we needed.

“I think this should be our song.”

I lifted my head and our gazes connected, much the way I felt our hearts had. Natural, as if it were meant to happen all along. “I think you’re right.”

Vance’s head tilted back as he chuckled. “Finally she admits I’m right about something.” He angled forward and gave me a soft kiss as the song concluded. Too bad there was no way to set the radio on repeat.

Before we let go, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” came on, sending Vance into a silly hip-swinging dance with his hands lifted in the air. He pranced around me in the dark as I could do nothing but stand there and laugh.

“I love your laugh, Austin Foster!” Vance nearly sang his words, so carefree and sweetly boyish. “I wish you would do it more often!” He danced over and gave me a popping kiss, making me laugh more.

Truly, it felt good to just laugh and be silly. Life hadn’t afforded me many lighthearted moments, so I indulged in it until the song came to an end.