“Dance with the man already,” Tommy said. “You know how whiny he can get.”
Portia’s attention darted between Killian and the package.
“This will still be here when you get back.” Tommy hid the envelope behind his back.
“Maybe they’ll playoursong next.” The look Portia gave her husband when she said that smoldered.
Killian tugged at his collar and wished he wasn’t witnessing this.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Tommy replied. Doubtless, Tommy would bribe the band as soon as Killian and Portia stepped onto the dance floor.
“Love you.” Portia brushed her lips over his.
Killian turned away, giving them a moment of privacy.
He turned back when Portia slipped her hand into his. “Ready?” he asked.
“Fine.” Portia glared at both men. “You can have your damn dance. After that, I’m leaving and taking my package and my husband with me.”
“And your husband’s package, too,” Tommy added.
Smothering a laugh, Killian clasped her hand and drew her onto the dance floor before she offered up another excuse.
“Thank you, darling. You’re the best friend ever.” Killian smiled down at her.
Portia laid her hand on his shoulder while his arm circled her waist. She was the perfect height, nearly the perfect partner. Still, he imagined a different woman, one with golden braids and sharper edges, in his arms.
“Aren’t you having the tiniest bit of fun?” he whispered as they swayed to the music.
“Are you?” She shifted so her gaze met his. “Tommy and I are worried about you. You haven’t been yourself lately.”
Damn. He’d hoped they hadn’t noticed his boredom. Then again, Portia and Tommy were his closest family. Everyone else were either distant relatives, acquaintances, or employees.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” she prodded.
He shrugged. This wasn’t the time or the place to get into his issues. If he had them. Which he didn’t.
“Just figuring some stuff out.” A bullshit answer. Portia stared at him, but didn’t call him on it.
Shit, she really was worried about him.
“We’re here if you need us,” was her only reply.
He exhaled, not realizing he’d been holding his breath. “What about you guys? Are you okay?”
He spun her out. When he reeled her back in, she said, “Fine. Just…figuring some stuff out.”
The corner of his mouth curled up as she echoed his non-answer.
She looked over his shoulder for Tommy. Happiness flared in her eyes and Killian knew she’d found him. She always found Tommy in a crowd.
With that one look, the not-jealousy was back. It had always been the three of them, but now they were two plus one.
“Should I take you back?”
“What?” Portia shook her head, blue eyes dancing. Eyes that reminded him of the pretty little courier. “Oh no, mister. You begged for this dance. You’re not getting out of it so easily.”
“There’s the hard-ass corporate bitch everyone thinks you are,” he said with a laugh.
