Jack’s arm held tightly around my waist, his face entirely too close as he leaned in. “You lost your hat.” I turned, watching the red and white flowers tumble halfway down the block. “Oh, shoot. I suppose I’ll be improper tonight.” “That’s my favorite way to have you.” He nuzzled into my neck, kissed my cheekbone and pushed away. His hand slipped down my arm and wrapped around my fingers.
