Wyatt frowned at her as she started to remove the long coat she’d worn over the dress. “How can you scowl when you’re looking at a beautiful woman?” Brady nudged Wyatt in the arm, then removed his own jacket.

Shay had a feeling she knew exactly why he was frowning. She shook her head and handed the coat to Brady.

“Stop it. You’re looking at me like my brother Simon did when he picked me up at a party one night. I’d borrowed a dress from a friend, and he lost his mind.”

“Did it look like what you’re wearing now?” Wyatt’s voice was strained. He passed his jacket over to Brady, who looked back and forth between them.

“Why don’t I help you, O? These two need a minute to discuss their wardrobe,” Brady said.

Owen laughed, and he and Brady left them alone. Wyatt closed the distance between them.

He put his hands on her hips. “Did it?”

“Did what?”

“Did the dress your brother didn’t like look like the one you’re wearing now?”

Amusement and frustration crowded each other and Shay sighed. “You don’t like my dress?”

Wyatt’s eyes widened. “What? Are you nuts? That dress is killer. I love it. I’d just love it more if you were only wearing it for me,” he said, pulling her close.

His fingers grazed the bare skin on her back and Shay shivered. She wound her arms around his neck and went up on tiptoes. Her heart was skipping just from the sound of his lips saying the word “love.” Twice.

She kissed his cheek then whispered in his ear, “I am wearing it only for you.”

Wyatt growled with pure male appreciation and tightened his hold on her. “You sure you don’t want to just

go home?”

She smiled and pulled back, taking his hand. “No way. I want to socialize and meet people. I want to look at art, hold your hand, and drink champagne.”
The affection in his gaze as they walked toward the curved staircase made her breath catch in her throat. He squeezed her hand in his own. “Partway there. Let’s get something to drink.”