Her hands gripped the tray. “I’m okay. Thanks for catching me.”
“You’re welcome.”
The woman wearing the big Santa hat touched Hannah’s arm. “Sorry. I should have seen your friend.”
Jack straightened his velvet jumpsuit. “Don’t worry about it.” He looked at Hannah and frowned. “We’d better leave the dance floor before we get trampled. Are you ready?”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
Before she could say goodbye to her rescuer, Jack stepped closer and nudged her forward. “There’s a gap in the crowd. Let’s go.”
By the time they made it across the room, Hannah’s brain was almost back to normal. “Who was the man who caught me?” she yelled.
Jack shrugged. “Don’t know. I can see Claire. Are you sitting in the same booth?”
Hannah nodded and followed his velvet-clad back. At least the table they’d chosen was in one of the quietest parts of the bar.
Claire grinned at Jack. “Hello, Rudolph. Have you been rescuing my sister again?”
Hannah sighed as Jack made himself at home in their booth.
“I tried, but someone else caught her. Hi, Holly.”
“Hi. Help yourself to some fries. We bought extra.”
Hannah sat beside her sister. From the way Jack was smiling, it looked as though he was planning on spending most of the night with them.
Claire frowned. “What do you mean, ‘Someone else caught her’?”
“Hannah tried to avoid me and ended up falling into someone’s arms.”
“Really?” Claire turned to Hannah. “A night in shining armor?”
Hannah didn’t like the mischievous gleam in her sister’s eyes.
“Pure fluke.” Jack reached across the table and ate a fry.
He might not be worried about where Claire’s imagination was heading, but Hannah was.
