Chapter 8
Out of the building, standing just beyond heavy glass doors, Lia spun Verity’s way and threw arms around her. “We’re magnificent. You’re magnificent. Thank you.” Over Verity’s shoulder, she added, “All of you.”
“Thanks for noticing,” Sterling said. “We’re here, too.”
Dan kicked him in the ankle, then kissed him to forestall any protest.
Verity hugged Lia right back, loving the feel of that body against hers: tall, joyous, intoxicating, perfect. She wanted that more; she wanted to learn everything, more touches, lazy mornings and late nights, favorite ice cream flavors and karaoke songs and which side of the bed Lia liked to sleep on, so that they could settle in exactly that way, every night.
She said, unaccountably shy and pretending hard that she wasn’t, “You should be fin
