“Are you serious, asshole? You don’t remember my name? Kathy!” she snaps.
“Hi Kathy, I’m Mae. Iwason a date with Jacob, but it would appear he can’t focus on one woman for more than an hour. So help yourself,” she says.
I roll my lips over my teeth, trying to hide my smile.
“Ha! Honey, I’m not interested,” Kathy says and struts away from the bar.
“Now hold on a second,” Jacob says.
Mae’s expression turns murderous.
“Uh oh,” June says. “I’m right behind you, girl,” she says encouragingly.
I stand from my stool, ready to step in if Mae needs it because I have no idea what Jacob might do when he’s angry.
“To think I spent hours trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight,” she says so quietly I barely hear her. She huffs.
“Mae, come on, we were having such a good time. I think we —”
Her expression closes up, almost as if she shut down, and she doesn’t answer.
“Let’s go outside and talk about this. It isn’t what you think,” Jacob says.
June cackles. “Dude, you really are an idiot,” she says.
“We have nothing to talk about,” Mae rasps.
A few people give us weird looks, but I don’t care, and I don’t think Mae does either. “And another thing you grab ass-asshole. You’ve known me for less than two hours, and for some reason, you thought you could cop a feel? Do you have respect for yourself? Because based on today’s performance, you’re clearly compensating for something. But I’m not saying, I’m just saying,” she grits out, glancing at his belt buckle.
Good one.
Jacob’s face scrunches up in anger, and he reaches for her. I don’t know what his plan was, but I won’t see it happen.
I grab Mae’s wrist, tugging her into my chest.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“I’d love to,” she says and glares at Jacob. I check on June over my shoulder and she’s grinning mischievously.
“Jacob, I’d see yourself out before I have some friends throw you out,” June says.
His jaw ticks and a vein pulses in his forehead, but he takes June’s advice and leaves the three of us.
“Well, I think my job here is done. You two have fun,” June says and walks past us.
My heart thuds in my chest, adrenaline still on high.
“Hi,” I say, slightly breathless.
“Hey,” she breathes.
We stand there for a moment, and it could get awkward, but I won’t let it. I take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor where everyone is two-stepping.
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask her.
“Jacob was the first,” she mumbles.
“Right well, watching you two, he looked like he has two left feet. Let’s pretend that didn’t happen and I’ll show you real two-stepping.”
