“Yeah, that’s right,” Chic Ghost put in. “You never had to keep it from us, honestly, Sue, what kind of snobs did you think we were? We love you, babe. We’re always here for you.”
Just like that, we were exchanging air kisses and promises to keep in touch.
I was waving goodbye when someone sidled up to me.
“Nicely done.” Courtney handed me a glass of wine. “Defused that whole situation without even knowing their names.”
“Yes,” I replied, keeping my voice low. “I am that good.”
Giggling, we downed our drinks, and got back to wiggling, jiggling, and dancing like it’d save the world.
“Mrs. Kim, please!” Sanders of Sanders and Sanderson blared. He wasn’t a guest of the party, but it seemed he only made it as far as the main road before he turned back—not able to be parted from his eight-million-dollar investment. “The gems aren’t welded on! All that jumping and shaking could knock them loose!”
“You better follow me around with a net, then, baby!” I threw my hands in the air, riding the beat like I was as drunk as I looked. “Whoo!”
“Are you actually trying to take off?” a dry voice asked. “Because those aren’t real wings, wife of mine.”
I twirled around, whipping said wings through the air and tearing distressed cries from Sanders and Davis. “Can’t know for sure unless I try.” I leaped into the air, flapping and waving my arms around.
“My goodness, woman,” Alex hissed. “So many people are looking at you.Allof the people are looking at you!”
“Uh-oh,” I teased, shimmying closer. “I’m not embarrassing you, am I?”
“Please, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I smirked like a loon. “Do... this!”
I burst into the chicken dance and just about made Sanders faint.
“Or... this!” I got my macarena on, unscrewing Alex’s jaw. “Or th—!”
“Enough.”
The world spun. The next thing I knew... my world was Alex.
Hands sliding around my waist, Alex held me tight to his chest—chasing all the giggles and sillies right out of me.
“If you want to dance so badly,” he gruffed, lips brushing the tip of my nose. “Dance with me.”
“Just a minute, Mr. Montgomery,” Davis and Sanders called over the music. “You have to maintain a distance of two feet at all times.”
“Can’t.” Alex trapped me in his shimmering, glacial pools. “Guess you’ll have to arrest me.”
Sanders looked at Davis like he expected him to do just that. And Davis tipped his head back, pleading with a deity above to explain how in the world he went from keeping the streets safe to preventing a man from dancing with his wife.
Alex spun me—not waiting around for either of them to decide.
“What’s this?” I whispered, body thrumming as he laced his fingers through mine. “Do you really want to dance with me, or do you just want me to stop?”
“Can’t it be both?”
We both chuckled, but I sobered quickly.
“You’re a hard man to figure out, Alexander Montgomery.”
“Am I?” Alex spun me, gliding me across the dance floor in a beautiful, elegant waltz that was wildly out of tune with the reggae-pop streaming from the speakers. “I wouldn’t say so.”
he said enigmatically.I soaked him in, wishing I could see inside his mind.
