“I still wish you’d told us, Skylar,” her mom said.
“It’s probably partially because Skylar is a bit self-conscious about dating the town fire chief,” Becket answered, his thumb grazing her side.
She barely bit back the scoff. “Yeah, he’s kind of a big deal. Just ask him.”
“Do you attend church?” her father asked.
“No, sir. But I can assure you, I have great values and ethics.”
Yeah, because it was soethicalto cut down someone’s tree.
Sky cleared her throat. “We should get back to the ball.”
Her mother looked at Becket. “Will you be joining us for dinner at Skylar’s house on Friday night?”
Sky opened her mouth to tell her parents no and make up some “he has to work” excuse, but Becket got in first.
“Definitely. Six thirty, right?”
What the heck was he doing?
“Six,” her mother corrected.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Interesting…because he wasn’t coming.
Her mother glanced at the dance floor. “You two should dance.”
“Oh, we don’t—”
“We absolutely do,” Becket cut her off. His hand slid down, his strong fingers tangling with hers. “Come on, Peaches. Let’s dance.”
One second she was in front of her parents, and the next she was on the dance floor, pulled flush against Becket’s chest. And unlike Tony, he smelled good. Really good.
What had she done?
* * *
The silky materialof Sky’s dress was so thin, he felt like he was touching her bare waist. And fuck, but her floral scent toyed with him.
She hadn’t looked up at him once since they’d stepped onto the dance floor. In fact, her blue eyes had remained fixed on his chest like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.
His lips twitched. She pulled a stunt like that and thought she could go silent on him?
“So, we’re dating?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I mean, yes, but not really.”
He spun her, and when she returned to him, he reeled her in so close that her entire front pressed to his. “Is this because of that douchebag wearing the fake Armani?”
“How do you know he’s a douchebag?”
Becket could have laughed. “Other than the fact I’ve never met anyone wearing fake Armani who I liked…he was looking straight at your chest.”
“He was?”
How had she not seen?
