Swallowing, Grayson closed his fingers around the stem on one of the goblets. “To Nash,” he said quietly. Jameson brushed past Xander and claimed one of the goblets. He held it slightly aloft, his gaze landing on Nash’s. Xander felt a shift in the air, like the winds of change. In this moment, Nash and Libby—it was real. And tonight wasn’t just adrenaline-fueled fun and leather pants and forcing Nash to dance. It was a rite of passage. The end of an era and the start of another.
