“Mitchell,” I start slowly. “He seems like he’s had a positive attitude change. Do you see it too?”
He nods. “He doesn’t suck to be around anymore.”
“Yeah, he seems to be turning over a new leaf.” I pause. “But do you think it’ll stick?”
I take a swig of my beer, nervous for his response.
Keith runs his hands over his face. “I don’t know, man. Only time will tell.”
Silence falls between us, the only sound is country music.
“Should we join them?” Keith suggests, pointing to the dance floor.
“Yeah, I’m game. I’m done with my beer.” I toss my empty bottle in a trash can, following Keith to our group on the dance floor.
Unfortunately for Keith, the lesson portion is near over. If Laur has two left feet, Keith might somehow be worse. He’s smooth on the ice, but the guy can’t keep a beat to save his life.
Libby nudges Laur, gawking and pointing at me dancing. Even though it’s been years, I already know this line dance well.
After the song plays twice through, the instructor announces that lessons are over. A slow song comes on, and regulars move to find partners to two-step.
Before Laur can walk off the floor, I take her hand to dance with me. Spinning Laur perfectly in a circle, I pull her close and begin to two-step.
Laur’s eyes widen. “Where did you learn to do this?” She keeps up easily as I guide her along the dance floor.
“My mom forced me to take some random dance lessons when I was younger.” The lie rolls off my tongue before I can process what I just said. Why did not tell her that my ex-girlfriend made me take lessons with her?
“This is the first time I’ve line danced,” Laur says sheepishly.
I try to hold in my chuckle, but it easily escapes. “I didn’t notice.”
Laur rolls her eyes at me. “But you, you dance so well,” Laur declares, wonder in her eyes. “Hockey player turned cowboy. Could you get any sexier?”
“Probably.” I waggle my eyebrows at her suggestively. “I could take my clothes off.”
“My eyes only.” The same eyes narrow with possessive eagerness.
“That can be arranged,” I taunt playfully, my voice low. “There are only single person bathrooms here.”
Laur teases, playfully hitting my chest, “Maybe someday, cowboy.”
“Someday?” Lust creeps through my body as my voice grows deeper with desire, dreaming about the possibility. “Why not tonight?”
“Lucas Donato.” Her mouth hangs agape. “Who even are you? We are rule followers!”
“Maybe it’s time we let loose.” I grab her hand and pull her body to mine. I’m already growing hard against her thinking about having her right here in this bar.
Laur lets out a deep sigh. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Seriously?” I ask, more surprise in my voice than intended. “I mean, are you sure?
She nods her head. “As long as we can be discreet. No one can know.”
“Deal.” I nod in agreement, desire dancing in my eyes as they meet hers.
“Five minutes,” Laur says. “Meet me in the farthest bathroom in five minutes.”
She turns to go before whispering and holding up three fingers. “Knock three times.”
