Seriously, this guy. I thought we already established the score. My jaw tightens as I clench and unclench my fist under the table.
If he's here to ask her to dance, I swear I'll introduce his face to the nearest wall.
But to my surprise, he stops in front ofSam.
"Hey," he says, all easy charm and that annoyingly polite smile that makes girls melt. He extends a hand toward her. "Wanna dance?"
Sam blinks up at him, clearly caught off guard. Then her mouth stretches into a wide grin. "Yeah," she says quickly, slipping her hand into his.
I blink, dumbfounded, watching as Adam leads my sister onto the dance floor. My brain's buffering, trying to process this development, when the guy's hand finds its way to Sam's waist.
Oh, hell no.
They're standing close—way too close—and when he leans in to whisper something in her ear, I nearly choke on air. My fists curl automatically. I'm this close to storming over there and giving him the "overprotective brother" speech when—
I noticehim.
Elijah.
He's standing a few steps behind them, — still with Eunice — but it's obvious he's not paying her any real attention anymore. His body's swaying to the music, but his eyes? Locked straight on Sam and Adam.
That glare could melt steel.
I squint, half in disbelief. Nope, not my imagination.
Elijah looks like he's mentally mapping out the fastest way to rip Adam's arms clean off his body.
I lean back, crossing my arms, a slow grin creeping up my face.
Well, well, well.
Mr. Ice-Cold-Doesn't-Dance looks about two seconds from turning into a crime of passion.
I could've sworn he's never looked at my sister withanythingclose to fondness before. Usually, he treats her like she's an allergic reaction waiting to happen—something to avoid at all costs.
So why the death stare now?
A quiet laugh slips out of me before I can help it.
Was Sam actually right?
When she said a few weeks ago that Elijah was starting to fall for her?
Because if that look on his face means what I think it means...
then oh, this just gotinteresting.
Caroline studies me. "What's with that grin? Aren't you worried about your sister?"
I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over her skin as I smile. "I am. But I think Sam's onto something good this time."
Her brow furrows in confusion and I chuckle. "Do you really want to know?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Okay—on one condition."
Her eyes narrow, instantly suspicious — God, that look on her could stop traffic.
