“Does it matter?”
“Yep.”
I scan the crowd and spot the girl who’d caught my eye when she walked down the aisle. “That one there.”
Zig tilts his head, checking her out. “That girl is way out of your league, brother. If she gives you a shot, you better not fuck it up.”
Mauler slaps a hand on my shoulder and gives it a shake. “You best be prayin’ she ain’t picky.”
I stand and head across the edge of the dance floor.
I hear Bagger’s cat call behind me. “Gangway. Deadman walking.”
He’s hilarious. I reach behind my back and flip him off.
Weaving through the crowd, I stop in front of my intended target and her friends. Their eyes all widen slightly as they sweep me from head to toe.
“Ladies,” I say with a smile, then zero in on my prey. “Would you care to dance, Miss?”
I hold my palm out, and it hangs in the air a moment while she stares at it, her mouth parted.
“She’d love to,” her friend says. Then with a slight shove from the one next to her, the girl steps forward and slips her hand in mine.
“Um, sure.”
I lead her onto the floor and take her in my arms, taking care not to let our bodies touch.
Her hand rests gently on my shoulder, and she looks everywhere but at me.
“Name’s Blue,” I whisper. “What’s yours?”
“Luisa.”
“Luisa,” I try it out on my tongue. “That’s a real pretty name. I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks flush a pretty pink, accentuating her perfect complexion. My eyes rove over her. Her hair is dark and sexy, with part of it up in a sparkly clip and the rest falling over her bare shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes are dark brown with a sexy slant and long lashes. Finally, my attention falls to her sexy mouth and full red lips. A mouth made for kissing.
“Are you related to the bride?” I ask.
“She’s my sister.”
My stomach drops.Fucking hell.“I see,” I say, finding my voice, and glancing around the room, trying to find Eduardo, already wondering if I’m a dead man.
*****
Luisa—
“It’s a little hot in here. You want to get some air?” Blue asks me, but before I can answer, he tugs on my hand and then he’s leading me through the crowd toward the exit.
My eyes flick to where my girlfriends stand. Carmen grins big, happy for me, but Ramona and Marcela stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed. I can almost read the words Ramona is mouthing.What are you doing? Are you insane?
I scan for my father, but he’s busy across the room talking with his relatives and doesn’t notice me leaving.
Before I know it, we’re out of the tent and fast-walking across the patio toward the nearest grove of pecan trees.
I tug on Blue’s hand to slow him. “Where are we going?”
“Just thought we’d get some air?” Once we’re a distance away and melded into the darkness, he slows his stride to a stroll, and I can catch my breath.
