Dirty Together (Page 45)

Holly doesn’t even wait to see if he’s going to drop the thing; she just runs toward me. And when I say runs toward me, I mean she launches herself off the heels of her tall boots toward me. I catch her, wrapping my hands around her waist and holding her up, because she can’t twine her legs around me like she normally would, given the dress she’s wearing.

“I did it! I really, really did it!”

“Yeah, you did, baby. You sure did. Congratulations, Holly. You earned it.”

Her arms wrap around my neck, and she whispers, “I think you need to get me out of here because I’m about to ugly cry.”

My heart clenches at the rich tide of emotion underpinning her words. “Baby, it’s okay.”

Holly lifts her head, and sure enough, tears are already gathering in her eyes. “You need to get that award, and we need to get the hell out of Dodge.”

“You really want me to make our excuses?”

She nods vigorously. “Okay.”

I take two steps to the photographer, who is already holding out the award. “Thank you. Is there an empty room around here?”

His eyes bulge dangerously close to out of his head. “Uh . . . uh . . . That way.” He points to the right with the award. “Around the corner and down the hall. Try the second door on the left.”

“Thank you,” I say, swinging Holly up in my arms like a bride. Her face is still tucked into my neck. “Reach out a hand and grab the award, baby,” I say under my breath.

Holly complies, and I head in the direction the photographer indicated. When I find the room, I shoulder open the door and fumble for the light switch. It turns out to be a dressing room, much like so many others I’ve been in with Holly. I lower us onto a couch, and try not to think about the number of groupies who’ve been fucked on it. Taking the award from Holly’s hand, I set it safely aside.

That’s when the tears start falling. Happy tears, I hope.

Holly shakes against me, and I hold her tighter.

“I can’t believe it’s real. It just doesn’t seem like it could be real.” She swallows back a sob, and I rub her back.

“It’s real. And you earned it. You worked your ass off to get here. It’s as real as it gets.” At my last words, she lifts her tearstained face.

“As real as it gets? That’s what you said about us before.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Took me a while to believe that too.”

“I have a feeling you’ll believe this one sooner. After all, you’ve got the trophy to prove it.”

She shakes her head. “The real prize here is you.”

When I lean down to press my lips to hers, I whisper, “We’re the prize. The absolute best fucking prize of my life.” I stand and swing her into my arms again. “Now, what do you say about a honeymoon before this baby starts running our lives?”

Holly blinks, and a mischievous smile spreads across her face. “A honeymoon? Where are you taking me?”

“Does it matter?”

She moves her head from side to side, shaking it slowly. “I’ll go anywhere with you, Mr. Karas. Take me away.”

The End