Page 327 of Playing With Fire

Her expression softens. “You scared me.”

“I know.”

She looks toward her brother. Then back at me. “You told him.”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Before the game.”

Her eyes fill. “Oh.”

I take her hand. “He wasn't thrilled.”

“No kidding.”

I smile. “I'm sorry I didn't tell him sooner.”

She shakes her head. “You told him. That's what matters.”

I glance toward Declan.

He's watching us.

So are her parents.

For a moment, the old instinct returns. The one that tells me to let go. Give everyone some space. Make this easier.

Then Delaney steps closer.

And I remember Christmas morning. The porch swing. Her cold nose. The way she told me she believed me.

I slide my arm around her waist. Right there. In front of everyone. She looks up.

I kiss her.

Not a quick kiss meant to pass for something innocent. Not one stolen behind a closed door.

A real kiss.

Her hand settles against my chest.

When I pull back, she's smiling.

“Hi,” she whispers.

I grin. “Hi.”

Behind us, Avery lets out a low whistle. “Well, damn.”

Delaney laughs.

I glance over.

Avery is grinning. “Girl, that was all for you.”

Delaney's cheeks turn pink.