Chapter 48
“I could stay here forever.” My chest was so full of happiness, I probably would have floated to the heavens like an untethered helium balloon if Preston hadn’t held on to me.
“Me, too, baby.”
The party was in full swing when we arrived. A huge grill stood to the side, and a tall guy with long black hair—Jackson, according to the brochure—flipped burgers and hot dogs like a professional. Next to the grill was a table laden with food, and as we approached it to unload our offerings, Everett—still wearing his tiara—joined us.
“Welcome, guys! We’re happy you made it. You need help to find a spot for your things?”
“Sure.” I smiled at him.