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“Use the backseat of your car, why don’t you?” the first girl snarled.
I swung the bra. “Sorry about the wait. I didn’t expect him to be so attentive.”
The eyes of the next girl in line bugged out, and her head swiveled to watch Boone.
“Forget it,” I told that one. “He’s mine.”
Pris shook her head and followed behind.
Boone waited for me at the end of the hall, and he wrapped a strong arm around me when I reached him. “We’ve reconnected, and you’re my girl again. Remember that,” he said into my ear.
Boone thought he could talk Kevin into leaving, and I doubted that would work, but with the position I was in, anything was worth a try. I was out of time to analyze. I had to go with my gut, and my gut said to trust Boone. If all else failed, I’d ditch Kevin at the first bathroom break on the way back to Boston. With him driving the R8, he wouldn’t be able to claim I’d stolen it any longer. I’d sell my body if I had to for the money that would get me to Mom’s. That wasn’t a pleasant thought, but it beat giving up and going with Kevin.
A country ballad started on the jukebox. “I’m your girl,” I confirmed as I scanned the room for Kevin. We followed Pris back to the pool table where the other girls were.
Anna raised an eyebrow as we approached. Jordan was lining up to sink a ball in the corner. She missed and moved over to the table to drink the required shot of margarita.
“That can wait,” Boone told Jordan before she got it to her lips.
Jordan stopped, mouth agape, and put the glass down. Boone let go of me to whisper in Anna’s ear. I gathered a few odd stares from people nearby.
Pris looked down at the bra dangling from my fingers. “Keep swinging that, and Rusty will be over here wanting to buy it from you.”
“Oops.” I tossed it and the shirt under the table, and shoved them with my foot when they didn’t go far enough. Nervously, I grabbed the glass Jordan had abandoned and knocked it back for courage.
“Where?” Anna asked Boone.
Boone shrugged. “Just don’t miss it.” He returned and claimed me with a tight hold up against his side.
“What did you tell her?” I asked.
“You owe me a dance.” He guided us away from the pool table to the small dance area.
I still hadn’t seen Kevin. Maybe he was late.
Boone stopped at the edge of the dance floor, put his arms around my waist, and swayed with the music. Acting became doing as tingles shot up my spine. We’d walked together in the moonlight, eaten and slept together, but we hadn’t danced together until now. He’d suggested it before, and I’d refused because I thought it would make leaving that much harder.
His body heat threatened my concentration, so I pushed at his chest for a little space between us.
“Acting like my girlfriend, remember?” He tugged at my waist.
I closed the distance and wrapped my arms around his neck. The memory of doing this behind the bleachers in high school came flooding back. I wished we could rewind to that time and start all over again.
What he’d said about the winter formal rushed back. “I want to practice because we’re going to do this all night long.” Too bad I never got to attend.
With every breath I took, my breasts pressed against the warm hardness of his chest. Boone claiming me again like this in public was more arousing than I was prepared for. With the words of the song playing in my head as we swayed, I laid my head against his chest and closed my eyes.
Pterodactyls filled my stomach. My body was betraying my plan to stay aloof, unattracted, unattached. My subconscious wanted him desperately. This was dangerous territory.
He rubbed my back in slow circles. “That’s better.”
Looking up, I changed the subject, “What did you say to Anna?”
“I told her to keep her phone handy and record it.”
“Record what?” Was this dance as special to him as it felt to me?
He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “Less talking, more dancing.”
