I let myself get swept up in the fun of it all, too.
Hands above my head, hips rolling in time with the music, I danced mostly with Izzy. I’d dragged her on the dance floor aftereverything at the thrift store, refusing to let the possibility ofwhat-ifskeep us from enjoying our time while we had it.
It wasn’t over until it was over, and for now, we were fine.
We were better than fine, because Izzy was an excellent dance partner, and she had a few of my favorite old-school dance moves hiding in her repertoire.
Our hair—well, that was what it was.
But our outfits were fabulous.
Izzy looked like Britney Spears in her white pants and bright pink crop top. I embodied Cher fromCluelessin a red dress with a white feather boa. I looped it around both of us as we danced, laughing more than I’d expected I would.
One by one, the rest of the Ladies threw in the towel and joined us on the dance floor.
By the time Kingston arrived, everyone was in a good mood.
And it only got better.
Izzy squealed in surprise as the rest of the Knights walked through the doors, joining us for the occasion.
I spotted Landon and swiveled my hips to show him what he’d been missing.
His answering smile weakened my knees.
He wasted no time joining me on the dance floor, and he finally showed me more of those dance moves he’d mentioned at the first party.
Skin slick with sweat, we writhed in the sea of couples while I locked eyes with Max across the dance floor. I wanted a repeat of the first dance in more ways than one. Only, this time, I wanted to be sandwiched between my two Knights.
And Landon knew it. “They might not be able to join us. It might draw suspicion, but Kingston planned ahead if you want to see him.”
I scanned the party and spotted Kingston dancing with one of the other Ladies. Unexpectedly, jealousy flooded myemotions, clearing away everything else. A low growl under my breath gave away thehintof possessiveness that rose at the sight of him with Morgan.
Even though I was pretty sure I didn’t have anything to worry about with her.
It washimthat bothered me.
Dancing with other girls right in front of me after what had happened? It seemed like a boneheaded move for someone usually so intentional. And it was the opposite of how to get the desired response from me.
“Oh yeah.” I snorted. “It looks like he’s waiting with bated breath just for me.”
“Quinn—”
“It’s fine.” I pulled away from him and jerked my chin toward the exit. A quick glance assured me no one would overhear me, but I dropped my voice anyway. “Bathroom. I need my inhaler.”
I didn’t wait to see if he followed me, but I wasn’t surprised to find him waiting outside the bathroom for me once I’d finished. And washed my hands about three times.
Which was totally normal because hand hygiene after using the bathroom was important.
It only got pushed aside if a broody Knight barged in unexpectedly, and that wasonetime.
Grumbling to myself, I shook my head at Landon’s attempt to explain. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now. I just…want to dance.”
His sympathetic smile, while meant to make me feel better, only drove home my stubbornness. But since arguing with me to see reason once I’d dug my heels in hadn’t worked out for him in the past, he let it go. He offered to grab us drinks while I waited.
And Max swooped in to capitalize on his absence.
“You owe me.”
