“My mom talked to me before the show started. She’s selling the diner.” He pulls me into a hug so quickly I nearly spill the wine on the floor. “No fucking way!” “Yes!” I hug him back, unable to keep myself from laughing. We probably look ridiculous, but right now, I don’t care. The whole gallery could stare, and I wouldn’t give a shit. All that matters right now is him. “Yes. She’s selling it.” His grip on me tightens. “Princess. Please tell me that means what I think it means.”
