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She shook her head, smiling sadly at him. “It’s nothing to worry about. I think I’m just a little out of whack. Not having Mom and Dad here today was just hard.”

Josh thought that might have been some of the issue at hand, but for some reason, he felt it went much deeper than that. Obviously, she didn’t want to discuss it right now, so he squeezed her arm and assured her, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Rachel nodded but kept her mouth taut with tension. “Man-Eater is looking over here. I’m pretty sure she wants to get her hands on you.”

Josh chuckled, looking over his shoulder.

Shelly was indeed staring across the room at them. Looking at his watch, Josh nodded and told Rachel, “I think I’ve got time for one more dance.”

Rachel smirked then. “Before what? You turn into a pumpkin?”

Josh stood and shook his head. “No. Before I hit the road.”

Rachel tried for a full grin but once again failed. This sad version of her was worrying Josh a lot.

“Drive safely, okay? And, Josh, thank you.”

“Anytime, Rach. You know I’m just a phone call away,” he reaffirmed.

Then, he turned, heading toward a certain blonde.

Shelly watched as Josh made his way across the dance floor to her.

Mason and Lena had left half an hour earlier, and the festivities were starting to wind down. All night, Shelly had wanted to talk to Josh, but there hadn’t been one moment where she could get away. But right now, well, she had nothing to do except watch him walk toward her.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that molded to every tight muscle the man possessed. Under that, he had the same crisp white shirt as Mason, and instead of the cobalt blue tie that Mason had worn, Josh’s tie was a light blue to match the bridesmaids’ dresses. The man looked sexy in a suit, and Shelly wanted to take it off of him, piece by piece.

When he finally stopped in front of her, holding out his hand, Shelly slipped hers into it, allowing him to pull her out onto the dance floor. Tugging her in tight, he held her in a waltz-hold as the music switched, and Sinatra started singing “The Way You Look Tonight.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever get to speak to you tonight,” he spoke softly against the side of her head, moving them gently around the floor with the other couples.

Who knew he could dance so well? Shelly thought as she held on and let him lead, loving the feel of his body as it swayed against her own.

“I know. It was crazy how busy it was—all the photos and people and food,” she said.

“Oh god, yes, the food,” Josh said with a false groan.

Shelly chuckled a little, and then looked up to see he was looking right back at her.

“I love this song,” she told him with a smile.

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he stared down at her while moving them in a slow twirl.

When they were back to a basic step, he agreed. “Yes, it’s one of those classics that definitely stood the test of time.”

Shelly felt his heartbeat against her chest, and she was starting to get nervous as he watched her with an expression she hadn’t seen before. It was almost as though he was unsure of his next move.

Well, she could help that along. After all, she didn’t want him to guess what she wanted tonight. She planned to make it crystal clear.

“Will you come home with me tonight?” Shelly asked, and then licked her bottom lip, waiting for the answer she assumed was inevitable.

The one thing, however, that Shelly had not expected was being taught the valuable lesson of one should never assume.

Josh looked down at the beguiling woman in his arms and hated what he had to do next. He had no clue what her reaction was going to be. In fact, he was almost worried that she might tell him to go to hell and never talk to him again, but he had decided last night that this was what he needed to do if he was ever going to be more than a roll in the sheets to her.

“I’m leaving tonight,” he told her as the music stopped.

As they stopped swaying around the floor, he watched as the hurt moved across her eyes, and she pulled back a little, shaking her head.

“I don’t understand,” she stated in an annoyed tone before she turned away.

Josh followed as she moved off the dance floor toward the door leading to the front porch of the venue. When he got outside, he saw her making her way down to one of the seating areas that overlooked Lake Michigan. She must have heard his feet crunching on the gravel because she suddenly turned to him.

“You’re running away!” she accused.

Josh took a step closer to her and was about to reach out, but at the last minute, she turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. A light breeze was teasing around them, and as it blew through her beautiful curls, Josh tried to remind himself that this was for the best.

“No, I’m running forward, Georgia. So, catch up to me, would you?”

She spun around on him with that comment, and this time moved up close to him, pointing a finger.

“You first tell me I’m not ready and that you don’t trust me.” She paused, chest heaving as she bit her bottom lip, and then she shrugged helplessly. “Yet, now, when I try to tell you how I feel you stop me at every turn,” she ended, sounding completely defeated.

Josh made the final step to her, reaching out to grip her shoulders. “Shelly, look at me.”

She tipped up her head, facing him with huge cerulean blue eyes that were filled with angst and tears.

He smiled sadly at her. “I don’t want a girlfriend.” He felt her stiffen and knew what conclusion she was jumping to. “I also don’t want a woman who only decides she cares after a hot round of sex.”

“That’s not what happened,” she whispered. “What would make you stay?”

Josh leaned in and kissed her forehead, knowing he was now doing it. This is it.

She would either want what he wanted, or she would never talk to him again.

After taking a deep breath, he whispered against her hair, “This.”

She didn’t try to move away from him. She just stood silently for a moment while he held her arms and kissed her hair. God, she smells amazing.

“What is this?” she asked softly.

Pulling back a little, he looked down at her and tipped up her chin so their eyes met.

“Everything that tonight represents.”

As the reality of what he was saying sank in, he watched her eyes widen, and he felt his nerves bubbling up inside of him.

Spit it out already, he thought to himself.

“The music, the friends, the ceremony, but most importantly, the love. I want all of it. I’m ready for all of it, Georgia. And, until you are too, nothing will make me stay.”

Dropping his hands from her shoulders, he watched her take a deep breath and waited for anything she was going to say. But nothing came.

She just stared up at him with eyes as big as he had ever seen them, and he felt like he was being punched over and over again.

Alright, man, he thought, time to leave.

Turning on his heel, he had made it three steps when he heard his name.

“Josh!”

Turning, he saw that she had moved, and she was now facing him with the lake as her backdrop. The breeze had picked up, and it was whipping around her hair and dress.

She looks absolutely breathtaking.

He stopped and waited.

“How will I know?” she called out.

Josh shook his head and shrugged. “I’m not sure, but one thing I do know is you won’t have to ask.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

October

September had been dubbed the longest month of Shelly’s year.

After Josh had left the night of the wedding, Shelly had done something she had never done before. She went home and cried.

Never had she felt so helpless. She’d wanted to express the thoughts that had been running through her mind when Josh had been standing in front of her that night. But she couldn’t.

Thinking you’re in love with someone and just saying it seems so easy, Shelly thought as she lay in bed. However, the reality—a man telling you that he wants you to be everything that makes his world—is just completely terrifying.

What if I fail?

That was all Shelly had thought about for days—hell, weeks now. What if for some reason she was like her father? It wasn’t too far of a stretch. She obviously resembled him in many ways. Why not personality flaws as well?

Sighing, Shelly closed her eyes and pictured Josh as she had last seen him, standing in front of her with his heart on his sleeve, looking at her like she had just let him down.

And she had.

She knew it, and he did, too.

So, what if I do that after we’re committed?

Well, lying here isn’t getting me anywhere, she thought as she climbed out of bed. Booting up her computer, she went to her closet and pulled out a black satin robe. Pulling it on, she sighed as the material slid over her bare skin. When the computer was up and humming, she immediately went to her email, and there it was—the usual nightly letter he still sent her, sitting in her inbox. This one had a subject header, Halloween.

Sitting down in her reading chair, she placed the laptop on her thighs and clicked to open it.