“What are you two talking about?” Penn asks, walking up to us, wearing a large smile. “If you tell me the divorce, I’m going to be pissed because we’re at a wedding.”

“Sort of,” I answer.

“Ugh, come on, man. Look at your girl over there.” He gestures toward Myla. “She’s having a hell of a good time. Go join her. Show her that you’re not some morose platypus over here, just counting down the minutes until you leave Napa.”

“Platypus?” I ask.

He thins his lips and makes them look like a platypus bill. “A platypus.”

“Oddly, that does resemble a platypus,” Banner says with a smirk.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t look like that.”

Penn nods. “Yeah, you do. I smelled platypus pout from a mile away. Now knock it off and go dance with your girl. For fuck’s sake.” Penn pushes me toward her, and I have no choice but to walk up to Myla and interrupt her conversation with Kelsey and Lottie.

“Hey, babe,” I say as I hold my hand out. “Care to dance?”

She looks over her shoulder and smirks. “Took you long enough to ask.” She slips her hand in mine, and I pull her out onto the dance floor under the bulb string lights. A cover band plays a slow version of Wicked Game. I place my hand on her bare back and pull her in close before I start moving.

With my lips right next to her ear, I whisper, “Everyone who isn’t staring at the bride is staring at you.”

Her free hand roams up to the back of my neck. “I only care about one set of eyes staring at me.”

Her gaze meets mine as we slowly move across the dance floor. “I can’t seem to take my eyes off you, Myla. You’re stunning.”

“Thank you,” she says. “I don’t know if I mentioned this, but you look really good in this suit.” Her hand toys with the collar of my jacket.

“How good?” I ask, making her chuckle.

“So good that I think it might look better on the floor of the hotel room later tonight.”

“Mmm,” I hum into her ear. “That must be really good then.”

“Very good.”

“You know”—I slide my hand a few more inches down her back so my pinky nearly touches her crack—“if we weren’t at a wedding and in front of a bunch of people, I’d do some pretty wicked things to you in this dress.”

“That’s my hope for later,” she says as she rests her head against my chest.

Our position immediately brings me back to our wedding day, when we danced beneath the setting sun, the sky lit in hues of orange, pink, and yellow.

“This reminds me of our wedding, dancing with you this close.”

“That was one of my favorite days,” she replies. “It was so simple, yet so special.”

“Would you do it all over again?” I ask her.

“Marry you?” She looks me in the eyes. “Easily,” she answers, making my heart twist in my chest with possible hope. “Marrying you was one of the greatest decisions I’ve ever made.”