Morgan waves at Ava and Hudson, who gawk at us as they sway to the music. “I don’t think we have a choice.”
Based on that statement, I might think she didn’t want to dance. But she’s smiling, and laughter dances in her eyes.
I shrug. “Not when the creepy bride and groom are on a mission. Couple of stalkers.” I don’t voice what that mission is as I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. She already knows.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MORGAN
With my hand resting in Will’s, we step out onto the dance floor alongside the rest of the wedding party. Will seems careful to avoid getting too close to Ava and Hudson, and by their smug looks, I can’t blame him. I bet this was all an elaborate scheme to get us to dance together.
Point to the meddling couple.
Not letting go of my fingers, Will slides his other hand onto my lower back. His aftershave scent envelops me.
I run a hand over his shoulder, taking in the sharp angle of his jaw and the intensity in those deep-brown eyes. His curls graze my fingertips as my hand drifts toward his neck. I’ve been avoiding him this evening. Not only because I still feel the awkwardness of our kiss hovering between us but also because I’ve been contemplating Leo’s sudden attempts.
But Will’s been avoiding me too.
My eyebrows draw together as I try to puzzle it out. Is he only standing here with me because Ava and Hudson forced it?
“What?” he says as we sway to the slow melody.
I further duck my head. “I’m trying to figure you out.”
“Really? Any luck with that?”
I laugh. “No, definitely not.”
“Good. I like being mysterious.”
My fingers twitch, then tug at a hunk of his hair. “You’re hopeless.”
Will’s younger sister darts past us, giggling. “Oooh, Will’s dancing with a girl.”
Will rolls his eyes, but his hand presses hard to my back. “You seemed pretty stoic all through dinner. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. A lot on my mind.”
“Ever since that phone call?”
Did he know who had called me? Surely not.
When I don’t answer, he tries again. “Well,iseverything okay?”
“I guess. It’s just…” I let out a heavy breath, my shoulders drooping and my chest deflating. “You really want to know?”
His fingers tighten on mine, and his chin brushes my hair. “Yeah.”
Not the moment to think of the kiss. To wonder what would happen if I tipped my head just so right now. I scoot further back and mumble, “It was my ex-boyfriend, Leo. I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
A muscle flexes in his jaw. “Oh? And what did Leon have to say?”
“Leo.”
His mouth quirks up. “Whatever.”
“You’re as bad as Fran.”
