As the night wears on, we all have a few drinks and are enjoying each other’s company. Zach sits next to me with his hand on my neck, absently running his fingers up and down. My hands are on his thigh and every now and then we lean into each other.

“So, Angie,” Zach says, bringing her attention to him. “How long are you stayin’ in town?”

She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. “Trying to get rid of me already, Hennington?”

“Ang,” I warn. “I don’t think . . .”

“I’ll be here for the boys’ birthdays.” She stares at him with a look that makes me want to slap her. As if she’s challenging him. “My brother took them to a hockey game every year for their birthday. I figured we’d drive to Nashville and see the Predators.”

Todd made it a huge event for them. The older they got the more elaborate the day became. It was something special for the three of them. Back then, Angie and I would go to the spa, it worked really well for me.

“I’m sure they’ll love that,” I say with a smile. “They weren’t impressed when I offered.”

“I’m the cool aunt.”

“Yeah.” I laugh. “I know.”

“Anyway, now that I’m here, don’t be sad when the horse lessons go on the back burner.” She smirks.

Zach doesn’t miss a beat. “We’ll see.”

She has no idea how obsessed they are with their horses. Or Zach. Each day Logan warms to him more and more. Cayden already thinks he’s the “coolest” of all the Henningtons. Logan still thinks that Trent is the best. For the life of me, I don’t know why. I think it’s the badge. Wyatt has become a brother to them. They see him as an equal, probably because he acts like it.

Angie turns back to Grace as she rolls her eyes. We’re going to have a long talk.

“Cowgirl,” Wyatt says, returning from wherever he and his hussy were. “Whatcha got here?”

“This is my sister, Angelina.”

Angie glares at me for using her full name before looking at Wyatt. Her entire body freezes as she catches her first glimpse. Oh, shit. I think my sister is enjoying the view of another Hennington. They’re like honey to flies.

“Hello, Angel.” Wyatt’s charm is thick, and she’s done. I’ve seen that look before. He’s getting ready to make her his next target.

“Angie,” she corrects him.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Trent chokes on his beer and Zach bursts out laughing. “Smooth, brother,” Zach says. “Real smooth.”

“Like a baby’s ass.” Trent joins in on the ribbing of Wyatt.

Zach nudges Trent. “He’s an ass all right.”

“Knock it off, you two,” I reprimand under my breath. “Angie, this is Wyatt.”

“Oh, my God!” She stands and pulls him close. “Thank you! I’ve heard about you forever, and Presley says you’re me—with a dick.”

Seriously. “Angie!”

“What?” She looks over and shakes her head. “Oh, do we not curse here? I don’t know what’s acceptable down here.”

“Angel,” Wyatt drawls the new nickname, “you can say whatever you want round here. The dirtier the better.”

“I like him.” Her lips curl into a smirk as she looks between me and Wyatt.

“I bet you do.” We’re in so much trouble.

“Two out of three ain’t bad.” She tacks on while looking at Zach.

He laughs. I do not. Instead, I stand ready to drag her ass into the bathroom and stop this shit. Her anger is completely unjustified. If she wants to be mad at someone, it should be me.

Wyatt steps between us quickly. “How ’bout a dance?” he asks Angie with his hand extended.

I swear he had a date when he came in. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left her ass somewhere. That man. He’s out of his league with Angie. She will eat him for breakfast. Although, it might be fun to watch.

“Sounds great.” She stands and shrugs.

Maybe she’ll come back with a better attitude. Wyatt might help dissipate the tension.

They head off with a reluctant Trent and Grace. I turn into Zach. “Sorry about before.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Angie loves you and is looking out for you and the boys.”

“She does. And I was married to Todd for a long time. I don’t think she’s ever envisioned me with anyone else, let alone you—no offense.”

He sniggers. “None taken.”

“I feel better, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, now we don’t have to hide really. We can be Zach and Presley. We don’t have to pretend once we talk to the kids.”

Which is going to have to happen. Especially since their loudmouthed aunt returned. She’ll never be able to keep this to herself. And now that Zach and I have taken the next steps, admitted we love each other, I feel like the time is right.

“Presley,” he says with affection.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. I mean it. No matter what happens when we talk to Cayden and Logan. No matter if Angie or the rest of the world don’t like us together, I’m in. I’m committed to making this work.”

He has no idea what he does to my heart. Each time he speaks, I fall harder. I lean forward and press my hand to his heart. “I love you, Zachary Hennington. From the first kiss we shared, I have been head over heels in love with you.”

Our lips touch, and I hear a bunch of idiots yelling. “Kiss her like you mean it, Zach!”

I go to turn my head, but he grips my face. His lips press hard against mine, and he tilts my head. I feel his tongue glide across my lips, and I sigh into the kiss. He holds me and dominates every move. I’m trapped, lost, completely captivated by him. My heart pounds as he continues to kiss me with so much passion it takes my breath away. No woman should go through life without feeling this.

“You two about done?” Wyatt says and we break apart.

My lips burn, and I cover my mouth. “Sorry,” I say, ducking my face while slapping his chest.

Zach grunts and adjusts himself. “It’s your fault.”

“Don’t blame me, Zachary,” I joke.

“So, Zach,” Angie says from behind. “I feel like we need to talk.”