Page 176 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“It was. I hope everyone, especially Polly and Ken, enjoyed the party.”
“I know they did. You did an amazing job,” he says and then squeezes my leg.
“Thank you,” I squeak out.
“Are you going to the wedding next weekend?” he asks.
“Uh, I don’t think so. I think I was just here to help Maple get through these parties.”
“Shame,” he says as he removes his hand from my thigh and then drapes it over my shoulder, pulling me in tight to his chest. Warmth and yearning spread through me. “Would have been fun to have you there.”
“Oh?” I ask, not much of a conversationalist as my body processes his touch, the feel of him so close…his masculine scent.
“Yeah, we could have danced together.”
“Are you much of a dancer?” I ask.
“With the right partner, I am.”
“And what makes you think I would be the right partner?” I ask.
“Because I like you, so that makes you a good partner,” he answers, making my stomach tumble and somersault with butterflies.
He means like you as a friend.
Nothing more…right?
Ughhh, I don’t know!
“Are you a good dancer, Everly?” he asks as he twirls a lock of my hair around his finger.
Don’t hyperventilate, Everly, keep it together.
“Uh, what kind of dancing?”
“All kinds,” he says.
“Well, I can catch a tune,” I say like a dweeb.
“Catch a tune?” he asks, his chest rumbling with a chuckle. “Is that what the young’uns are calling it?”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” I say.
“Uh, I don’t think they are,” Vinnie from up front says.
No one asked you, Vinnie!
“How old are you, Vinnie?” Hardy asks.
“Twenty-five,” he answers.
“Hmm, pretty close to your age, Everly. Seems like he might be right.”
“I know I am,” Vinnie says. “No one is saying they’re ‘catching a tune.’”
“I think the girls just say it,” I reply.
“Nah, I have a sister two years younger than me, and she’s not saying it,” Vinnie says. “Seems to me like you’re nervous and just saying things. Are you on your first date?”
