I say nothing, letting him think that’s the cause. I’m afraid, but the reception is the last thing on my mind right now.

Though that’s going to change, soon. The reception. People. Noise.

Oh God, why did I ever agree on going?

Well, at least it will take my mind of the fear of falling for Jesse and the mess I’m getting myself into. Have gotten myself into, ever since I met him.

“Let’s go,” he says, squeezing me one last time but keeping one arm around me as he starts walking us to the living room. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you down.”

At the reception, or in this thing happening between us?

Don’t ask, Amber.

I’ve always been insecure, and frankly, bullying hasn’t helped things, but I have to at least hide it. Get over it. Fight it. Take this a day at a time, read nothing into the fact he’s still holding on to me as I grab my purse and wedding gift, and we make it out the door. That he holds my hand down the stairs and while waiting for a cab.

Or even that once in the back seat of the car he puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple, then rests his cheek on my hair, rubbing it like a big cat.

Read nothing into this at all, and live for the now.

If only my heart would listen.

***

The wedding is being held at the Gates of Heaven shelter in James Madison Park, near Lake Mendota. The shelter itself is a beautiful nineteenth-century synagogue, and when I see a crowd at the entrance, my stomach sinks.

“Do you think we missed the wedding?” I ask as Jesse pays the cab and we get out.

“Nah. Everyone’s looking this way. I think the groom and bride have been delayed.”

He’s right. Besides, it seems we’re doing this out in the open. There are flower stands with ribbons fluttering in the breeze set on the side of the synagogue, on the grass, lit up with spotlights. As the evening light is fading, the flowers seem to float on the air and their scent drifts over us, ghostly.

Roses and lilies. I breathe in their scent, mingled with grass and the freshness of water from the lake. Familiar faces and a blue Mohawk draw my attention. Clustered around a table decked in white cloth are Ev, Micah, and Kayla, and the guys I met at our party.

The party where I met Jesse—who had just been sucked off by a blonde in the bathroom.

Stop thinking about that. He says he wants to try with you. He didn’t know you then, so why hold it against him?

Because… Come on, Amber. Do you really think you’ve miraculously changed him? You? The wallflower at parties? The boring jewelry maker? Where every other girl has failed?

Shit.

A table with the wedding presents stands by the synagogue entrance, and I drift toward it.

“Wait up.” A second later, Jesse is by my side, his arm back around my waist.

I admit I’d not expected this. Not in front of everyone. It’s as if he’s telling them we’re together, and it has to be a first, if the shocked looks on their faces are any indication.

“So showing me a good time means holding on to me?”

“Busted.” He winks at me and grins. “I like holding on to you. Don’t you think we’d have a good time fused together?”

God, yes. But I shake my head, unable to keep from smiling. This boy…

I place my wrapped up package with the rest, and glance up at him. “Your gift?”

“I haven’t bought it yet.” He rubs the back of his neck and winces. “I didn’t want to ask for your help with that, too. Gotta man up and do it, right?”

Laughter bubbles up my throat. “Man up and buy some baby clothes?”

He shoots me a crooked smile and shrugs.

And here I am, making fun of him for something he can’t help. This from a person who needs help to get through a party without getting into a panic.

Nice job, Amber.

Before I get a chance to apologize—and how didn’t I think he’d need help to buy a present if he had trouble going out to buy clothes for himself?—a murmur goes through the small crowd. A white limo is arriving, and going out on a limb, I’d say the bride and groom have arrived.

The door of the car opens, and a tall, broad-shouldered guy in a dark suit steps out. His hair is short and spiky, and even from the distance I can tell his eyes are very pale. He’s very handsome.

“That’s Asher Devlin,” Jesse whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps all over my skin. His arm is solid around me. He points at the tall, blonde girl who steps out of the other side. “And that’s—”

“Audrey.” I nudge him in the ribs. “Duh.”

He laughs. “Actually, that’s Tessa, Audrey’s best friend and bridesmaid.”

Oh. Tessa is tall and willowy, like a supermodel, and her short red dress shows off her endless legs. Whoa. A bridesmaid straight out of Bridal Guide.

Not that I feel short and ungainly.

Okay, I do. I mean, who wouldn’t, in my shoes?

“That’s Audrey,” Jesse says as Asher helps out of the limo a small redhead with a tiara on her head, clad in a long white dress, and holding a baby. “And that’s Scott, the little brat.”

A funny note in his voice makes me look up. He’s grinning affectionately, and he looks almost… wistful.

Whoa, back up a sec… “You like kids?”

“Love kids. They’re so damn funny. And so small and defenseless. I feel a need to protect them, you know?” He draws me closer to his side without looking away from Audrey and the baby, an unconscious move.

A protective move—and crap, I think I’ve fallen a little bit more for him.

If I take a step back and think about this, I have to admit I like this boy. I want him. I crave his company, his touch. I love talking with him.

And that only serves to drive the point home… Holy crap, this isn’t just a crush. I’ve fallen in love with him. When did this happen?

Probably from the very beginning, I realize, reeling a little. With every word he said, every gesture he made.

Like his arm around me now.

A tall, blond guy with the shoulders of a quarterback and two little boys by his side arrives to take Tessa’s hand. Dylan, I think, trying to recall everyone’s names. And his little brothers. He’s Tessa’s boyfriend.

Then applause rises from the gathering as Asher leads his radiant bride and their baby son to the simple altar. Their friends gather around, clapping them on the back and talking.

Jesse starts moving in their direction, tugging me along, and I don’t resist. He’s pulling me gently, slowly, toward the small crowd, and although I can feel panic welling inside me, a rising storm, it doesn’t break.

He’s got me, like he said. He’s with me, around me, a buffer, a warm place where I can hide.

But he’ll let go, I think, when we reach the others. Surely he’s only doing this until he thinks I’m over my initial discomfort, and then I’ll be on my own.

We walk between the pots of flowers and the milling guests who have to be family and friends, until we reach the tight core crowded around the couple. Ev spots me and rushes over to kiss my cheek. Her eyes widen when she sees who I’m with and notices his arm around me, but snaps her mouth shut and sends me a look that says we’ll talk later.

Oh boy, looking forward to that one.

Kayla ambles my way, nods at Jesse and tucks a strand of blond hair behind her ear. “Nice place, huh?”

Jesse’s friends wander by to say hi—Shane, Seth, Ocean, Tyler, along with his pixie-like girl, Erin, and their four-year-old son. Cute as hell, that kid, and he looks just like his gorgeous dad.

The thought of kids—specifically of having kids with Jesse—sends heat through me. I glance up at him and find him making faces at the little boy.

I clap a hand over my mouth, stifling laughter.

Zane comes to greet us with his girlfriend, Dakota, and his shrewd dark gaze takes us in.

“Jesse,” he says gravely, then his face breaks into a grin so wide I’m afraid his face might split in two. “And Amber. What a surprise.”