Ignore me. I don’t want to talk about my nonexistent love life today.

Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans.

At that moment he knew one thing. The only thing that mattered. He loved her.

She asked him the question she had been asking herself for the past few days. "Why are you being so nice to me now?" J.D. leaned forward in his chair. He gazed directly into her eyes, and Payton suddenly found herself wondering why it had taken him eight years to look at her that way. "Because you're letting me," he said softly.

J.D. nodded. Yes, yes, fine, thank you. Nice attitude, by the way. Like boss, like secretary.

I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.

If we go now, there's no coming back. You're mine all night." Her eyes flashed. "Promise?" That was it. Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, toward the main entrance of the tent.