“Song’s over, brother. Let someone else step in,” Jeff said after clearing his throat and interrupting my moment with Bailey.
Lifting her head, laughter lit her face at my brother’s words. “Thank you for the dance, Liam. Don’t wait so long to ask me again.”
As she stepped out of my arms, I tipped my cowboy hat in thanks and took a step back. “I’ll be watching you, Bailey Bennett.”
“Why don’t you do more than watch? You might find you enjoy the experience.”
My brother took her in his arms and spun her around, pulling her close just to piss me off.
But as they spun on the dance floor, her eyes kept drifting to mine. There was no mistaking the smile on her face was meant for me.
Bailey Bennett was mine. She always had been, and one day, I was going to marry her and spend the rest of my life dancing with her.
2
BAILEY
“You’re awfullychipper this morning. Would that have to do with a certain someone you danced with last night?” Cheyenne asked, pinning her hair back for the day.
Sighing dreamily, I plopped down on her bed and gazed up at the popcorn ceiling. “I think I’m in love.”
Poking her head out of the bathroom, she quirked an eyebrow at me. “You’re acting like a lovestruck teenager.”
“Because I feel like one. I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
“You’ve been in love since Liam Parker walked into your life in kindergarten.”
“I know. Well, I don’t think I fell in love with him until sixth grade. Before that, it was just a childhood infatuation.”
“Right,” she snorted, walking over to her closet. “Because everyone knows in sixth grade who they’re going to end up with.”
I sat up, propping my elbows under me. “I did. It’s always been Liam.”
“Yet, you barely speak to him aside from the occasional times you see him around town.”
“And when he comes into the garage.”
She pulled a dress from the closet and studied it, holding it up to her chest. I shook my head, not approving of the color.
“Red is too bold for working at the bank.”
“You’re no fun.” She hung the dress back up, digging through for something else to wear. “I just don’t understand why you haven’t asked him out yet.”
“Well, I pretty much told him last night I was tired of waiting around.”
“So, in Liam’s mind, he’ll get moving in about ten years.”
“He’s not that bad,” I chided.
Poking her head out again, she showed me a green dress, which I immediately approved. “Sloths move faster than him.”
“That’s just the way Liam is. He’s always been quieter and reserved.”
“Around women,” she pointed out, tossing her pajamas into the bedroom while she changed in the closet. “Don’t you think that’s a sign?”
“A sign of what?”
She walked out, tugging down the dress as she carried a matching set of cowboy boots. “That he’s gay, obviously.”
