That had been a mistake.
Devyn pushed through the door of Lauren’s house, regrets and second thoughts multiplying with each minute that had passed since she’d dropped Aaron off.
Why, oh why, hadn’t she taken the out he’d given her on the wedding invitation?
“You’re back sooner than I expected.” Lauren looked up from their father’s recliner in the living room. “How did the dance lesson go?”
Devyn slowed her pace but kept walking. “It went okay.”
“Is that all I’m going to get?” Her sister muted the sound on the old sitcom she was watching and twisted toward her.
Devyn sighed.
Apparently Lauren was in the mood to discuss the dance lesson, even ifshewasn’t.
She paused to offer a few more details. “He was a quick study. We got through the lesson fast. He should be set for the wedding.”
“That’s great. I’m sure he appreciated your willingness to help him out.”
No question about it.
“Uh-huh.” She started walking again.
“Hey.”
She halted. Angled back to find Lauren watching her.
“Why do I get the feeling something didn’t go as planned?”
Her sister was far too perceptive.
“There was a glitch.” Or two.
“What happened?”
Devyn hesitated.
Sharing the events of the evening before she had an opportunity to process them hadn’t been in her plans, but maybe talking through the situation would help her sort out her conflicted emotions.
“Isabel and Ben bailed.” She gave Lauren an abbreviated recap of the duo’s brownie-induced early departure.
“So you and Aaron were alone for the lesson.” A speculative gleam glinted in her eyes. “How did it go?”
“No issues. He didn’t have any difficulty picking up the steps.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Did things get ... cozy?”
“No. We were both polite and professional.” She shifted her weight. Adjusted the strap of her tote bag on her shoulder. “But as I was dropping him off, he did invite me to go to the wedding with him.” May as well spit it out. She’d have to share that piece of news sooner or later.
Lauren’s eyes rounded. “He asked you out on a date?”
“It’s not exactly a date.”
“Of course it’s a date.”
“No. It’s more like a favor. He said he’d be more comfortable with a familiar partner for the dance he has to do.”
Her sister stared at her.“Get real, Devyn. A guy doesn’t invite a woman to spend a whole evening with him for the sake of a three-minute dance he sounds more than capable of pulling off.”
