“Are you sure you don’t want to go, Tommy?” Loralee smiled crookedly. “We’re friends of the pitcher; I’m pretty sure it won’t matter if we don’t have an extra ticket.”
I shook my head and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I really need to review these cases. You go have fun. Yell extra loud for Josh for me, okay?”
“Alright, quit macking on my sister.” Luc grinned and grabbed her around the waist, dragging her towards the door with Alison. “Say bye.”
Loralee laughed, twisting out of his arms. “Bye, babe. I’ll see you after the game.”
I smiled as I watched them leave. It had been two years since we’d moved in here, but we’d been together for six. I’d been thinking about this for a few months now, and it just felt right. This night had been planned out meticulously for weeks, but it was six years in the making.
Tonight was the night.