Undeniably Yours (30 page)

As Frankie sang about love finally arriving at long last, I wanted to sing along at the top of my lungs but didn’t want to scare anyone.

“How’re you doing, Ms. Valentine?” Sean asked, the back of his hand sliding across my cheek.

“I’m…good.” I looked into his eyes. Smiled. “Really good.”

“I am, too.”

After lifting me off the ground to spin me around, he dipped me low and kissed me. Em let out a wolf whistle, and everyone clapped.

The whistle distracted the big dogs, allowing Thoreau to snatch the rubber chicken and take off. Rufus and Scout gave chase—straight under the food table, knocking it over.

Inside the house, Preston yelled, “Hot damn!”

Marisol cursed Jeremy a blue streak.

Even as Mum rushed to clean up the dogs’ mess, she was saying something about a solarium to Dovie.

I glanced around, suddenly filled with a happiness so powerful it almost brought me to tears. This might be a nuthouse, but it was
my
nuthouse, and I loved every single looney tune in it.