Breathe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #7)(86)

“Yes, please.”

I roll her to her back without breaking our precious contact and cradle her shoulders and head in my hands, tip my forehead against hers as I move in slow, earnest strokes.

“Love you,” I say, my lips against hers. “Always.”





Epilogue


Three months later…

Meredith



“Why are you acting so weird?” I ask Jax and help one of the littlest girls tie her dance shoes.

“I’m not.” He won’t look me in the eye, which spells lie with a capital L.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Jax, something’s up. Is everything okay with Mr. Lovey Pants?”

Strong arms wrap around my shoulders from behind and Logan presses a kiss to my temple. “Mr. Lovey Pants is fine.”

“Hey, handsome.” I grin up at the man that’s quickly become a good friend of mine. He’s perfect for my Jax.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he replies flirtatiously.

“Get your hands off my man, potato chip,” Jax growls with a glare, making me laugh.

“He only has eyes for you,” I assure Jax and brush my fingertip over the ring on Logan’s left hand. “I love the rings you guys chose. Marriage looks good on both of you.”

They grin at each other, love and humor and understanding floating between them, making my heart catch. Their wedding was absolutely beautiful.

“I’m sorry that we scheduled this recital for the same weekend you’re moving the rest of your things.” I cringe and offer Logan a sympathetic smile.

“It’s fine. My dad is keeping an eye on the movers.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Jax says. “And you didn’t have to hire movers. I don’t have that much stuff.”

“Well, with movers you didn’t have to try to squeeze in time between choreography and dance recitals to pack your stuff, and I wouldn’t miss this recital for the world.” He smiles down at me. “How do you like your new kitchen?”

I smile widely as I think of my beautiful kitchen, complete with the insanely awesome and insanely expensive wine cooler I wanted. “I love it. You and Jax have to come for dinner soon. We’d love to have you.”

“Sounds great. Have you told him?” Logan asks with a low voice, his blue eyes shining behind his sexy glasses.

“Tonight,” I reply.

Logan kisses Jax’s cheek, then mine, and grins. “Good luck with that. I’ll be out in the audience with the others.”

“I can’t believe the entire Williams and Montgomery families came,” I mutter and count heads. The little girls are all abuzz with excitement, admiring each other’s pretty outfits and thrilled that they get to wear red lipstick.

“You know they love an excuse to get together, and they haven’t missed one of the twins and Sophie’s recitals yet.”

“Except Mark.” I scowl down at my quiet phone. “He never has to work on Saturdays, but he said something came up with work and he couldn’t get out of it.”

“Okay, it’s time,” Jax says and walks away, motioning for the girls to gather around him. I walk out onto the stage.

“Welcome, everyone, and thank you so much for being here today. I am Meredith Summers, the co-owner of Twinkle Toes, and on behalf of Jax and I, I’d like to say thank you so very much for all of your support. We love teaching your little ones and are honored that you’ve trusted this studio to bring them to dance. Your girls have been working very hard to prepare for today’s recital. So, without further ado, let’s get started.”

I smile as the families applaud and walk down the steps to my mark in the audience, where the girls can still see me and I can lead them through their dances. As always, we start with the youngest ones.

As they file out and begin to move their tiny bodies to the music, one little girl on the end decides to freestyle it, singing with the music, skipping and dancing around the stage, making the parents, and me, laugh.

That little girl is going places.

Parents happily snap photos and ooh and aah over the girls’ routines as each age group comes out on stage to perform two dances each. Finally, when all is said and done, I return to the stage.

“That concludes today’s recital. Thank you again…”

There’s a tug on my skirt. I glance down to see a tiny little red-haired girl holding up a red rose to me, which I take and smile down at her. She walks away, and suddenly, another girl appears with a rose.

I look up to survey the audience for Mark, thinking this might be his handy-work, but he’s not here. I shrug, thinking nothing of it. Sometimes the dance instructors receive flowers after a recital.

As I try to thank the audience for coming, I’m interrupted over and over again, until my arms are full of beautiful, fragrant red roses.

Suddenly, all of the Montgomerys, Williamses, and Logan, with Jax now standing next to him, all stand and applaud enthusiastically and I’m at a loss.

“What in the world is going on?”

“Turn around, Miss Mer,” Josie yells out from behind me. I turn and stop, stunned, at what I see before me.

All eight of the oldest girls are standing in a line holding signs that spell out Will You Marry Me, M? and Mark is on one knee, holding his hand out to me. I stumble to him, walking on numb feet and feel my eyes fill with tears.