He didn’t hesitate. “I promise.”
He pushed open the door, about to step out, when he added, “Have fun tomorrow.”
“Oh geez. The dance…”
Turning up to the wedding, doing my bridesmaid duties? Fine.
But waltzing with Richard?
Noah tilted his head. “Whoever your partner is, he’d better not pull aReverse Corteon you.”
I snapped my head up. “Noah, stay my partner. Please?”
His mouth opened, then shut again.
I gripped his sleeve. “Please.”
A slow grin spread across his face. “I thought you would’ve already begged Sheryn to switch me in.”
I smacked his arm. Solid muscle. He didn’t even budge.
“Please,” I groaned, fully prepared to grovel.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, stretching the moment out. Boy, he was enjoying this. “Well, you do what you have to do. Convince your friend. If you need me, I’ll be there.”
I nearly hugged him like he was my pillow, my teddy bear. Nearly. But I had to hold onto some dignity.
Instead, I sighed, stepping back toward my motel door. “Goodnight, cowboy.”
“Goodnight, Blue Storm.”
I blinked. “Blue Storm? My eyes are hazel.”
A faint smirk cracked through. “Who said it was about your eyes? Blue dress and a protest that could stir a damn tornado.”
Of course. Blue. That was where it all started.
A laugh slipped out, breathless, a little raw, and embarrassingly fond.
I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me and bouncing onto the mattress.
One more day.
Then I’d be gone.
But a knock shattered my newly started peace.
I sat up fast, scanning the room for a weapon. The only thing I had was the bedside lamp. I snatched it up, creeping to the door.
“Hey, it’s me,” Noah said.
I huffed, setting the lamp down and yanking the door open.
“Did you forget something?” I asked.
Noah rubbed the back of his neck, looking suddenly puppy-eyed. “Just wanted to let you know I’m staying next door.”
My brows shot up. “Noah! I’ll be fine.”
