Page 95 of Reckless Hearts
When the sun dipped lower, the crackle of the bonfire carried on the breeze. Someone turned up the music a notch and Church took her hand. “Come on.”
He led her out into the center of the dance area. Surrounded by the music and people, he rested his hands on her hips and she let herself fall into the rhythm with him. They bumped into someone, and they all laughed and kept going.
He pulled her closer until there was no space left between them, and she stopped thinking about what came next. Stopped worrying about what might go wrong.
Instead, she just let herself live in the moment, here in her lover’s arms with the people and place she loved around them.
“Church.”
“Yeah, honey?”
She met his gaze. “This is home.”
His voice came out thick. “Yeah. It is.”
She’d found everything she needed right here.
In his arms.
Her home.
