She'd never know that he would have been satisfied at the table, but that was okay. Her arms naturally slipped around his shoulders, and when she smiled up at him, it was bright, brilliant...happy. Did he even know about her relationship with Clive? How happy she was to be with him, how thrilled she'd been with life, how she was sober for nearly five months and that the Kings of Spades, both past and present, had been her motivators to get there?

"I promise not to tell," she answered warmly before resting her cheek against his chest. He'd always been so tall, so strong and sure, and even now, though things had changed, those things held true.

"I've been clean since December nineteenth." It was unprompted, but he should probably know. "And I partially have you to thank for that."