"Wouldn't that be nice!"
Derek grinned. "Yeah. Yeah, it would be. All right, I'm going back to Jan before she starts to wonder what we're whispering about."
"We're whispering about what flowers to get her for her birthday," Sabrina said without missing a beat, and Derek snorted.
"I see. You're devious. That's how you pulled this all off to begin with." He waved and went back to Jan, and the party slowly split up, couples going off to bed or back to the dance floor as their mood suited them.
Luke, in fact, lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head toward the elevator in case Sabrina wanted to leave, but she shook her head and extended her hand. Without hesitation, he came to take it, and she smiled up at him. "Our dance got interrupted."
"It did, didn't it? Can I make that up to you?"
"You absolutely can." They went back onto the dance floor, and this time Luke actually did lift her when she put his hands on his shoulders. Sabrina made a sound between a laugh and a shriek, kicked her feet, and then stopped out of a completely irrational fear he would drop her, even though she knew in her soul that he would never. Luke grinned, spun her, and put her back down.
"Sorry."
"You're not even the slightest bit sorry."
"I'm really not. You don't weigh anything."
"I weigh enough to stick to the ground," she said, amused, but looked at her feet to make sure, because dancing with Luke made her feel like she was flying.
"I'm not sure that's how it works," he murmured, and for a while there was nothing but his arms, and a feeling of absolute contentment.
In time, though, absolute contentment began to weaken beneath the power of high heels and aching feet, and Sabrinayawned. "It might be time to throw in the towel. Our flight isn't early, but it's not at a civilized two in the afternoon, either."
"As you wish." Luke led her off the dance floor and they headed for the elevators up to their room. "What timeisthe flight? I'm now realizing I've left every aspect of the logistics to you."
"Well, Iamthe one who dragged you across the country on no notice, so that's fair. It's at one-thirty."
Luke paused, stared at her, then laughed as he pressed the button. "But not a civilized two. Right. One-thirty p.m.: not civilized. Two p.m.: civilized. Got it. You're reallynota morning person, are you?"
"I don't know. We only met a few days ago and I was perky this morning. You might be infectious."
"God, I hope not."
They reached their room—the key card worked this time—and Sabrina kicked her shoes off as soon as they were inside the door. Then she glanced back at Luke, who seemedmuchtaller when she wasn't wearing tall heels, and gestured at her dress. "Unzip me, please?"
"My hands aren't cold this time," he promised, and indeed, they were very warm as they skimmed over her skin. Sabrina shivered anyway, and felt him hesitate behind her before stepping away. "There you go."
That was good, she told herself. They weren't officially dating or anything. If they were going to randomly hook up, doing so the last night of the trip was a lot smarter than the first night, but overall, still probably not smart. Not when they still had to deal with the flight back to Virtue tomorrow. She said, "Thank you," aloud, and Luke murmured a response as she grabbed her sleep shirt and pulled it over her head before letting her dress drop.
After a moment she heard him chuckle. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be watching, but I love the way women do that. Change clothes entirely without a hint of skin showing."
"You've watched a lot of women do that?" Sabrina asked archly, and he chuckled again.
"I have three sisters, so, yeah. Although admittedly I mostly ran screaming from the room if they started changing clothes in front of me."
Sabrina laughed out loud and glanced over to see him shedding his own shirt. She flushed and looked away again, although Lord, she didn't want to. Even a glimpse of him half dressed in expensive slacks with his shirt unbuttoned was enough to set her aflame. "I know you're an influ—oh!Oh. I was going to say I know you're an influencer but you should think about being a model, but you actuallydoknow how to model, don't you! That towel picture I took! You knew exactly what you were doing!"
Luke actually cackled. "Yeah. Sorry?"
"Not sorry! But dang, mister!"
"Will you think less of me if I admit I took modeling classes?"
Sabrina looked over her shoulder again, eyes widening. "Seriously? Wow. It worked out for you." She looked away again hastily, because he'd been about to slide his slacks off. "Sorry."
"You're fine," he said easily. "But yeah, I did. I was really uncomfortable with the camera and I needed to get over it if I was going to try to do this whole online fitness leader thing. You can see it if you watch my early videos."
