Faye looked over her shoulder at him. “Not sure how that will go over with my father once he hears.”
“If he shows up, we’ll come back here and do what Dylan wants to do,” I countered.
“Isn’t that how the night is going to end anyway?” She smirked.
“Damn right, Princess.” Dylan slapped the couch with his hand and rose to his feet.
Faye giggled. “So, what time are we planning to leave?”
“Around seven,” I said. “We can grab dinner, then find a place to dance and ring in the new year.”
Dylan groaned. “Fine. I’ll rally for you, but not for him.”
“You love me.” I winked.
“Unfortunately,” he retorted.
Faye nudged my leg with her knee. “I’m calling the shower first. If one of you touches the hot water before I’m done, I’ll lock you out of the bedroom tonight.” She pushed up from the couch and headed for the bedroom. The romper was short enough that each step showed more of her legs, and my brain stopped for a second.
Dylan watched too. “Was I really complaining about going out with her on our arms?”
“Yeah, you’re an idiot,” I answered.
He snorted. “Shut up.”
By the time we finished our showers and figured out what to wear, the sky outside the bedroom window had darkened, and the lights around the pool were on. I pulled on a dark green T-shirt that fit snug across my broad chest and a pair of khaki shorts.
Dylan leaned against the dresser, watching. He wore a blue T-shirt that clung to his shoulders and gray shorts.
“You fix your hair one more time, and I’m throwing your brush in the pool,” he commented.
“You’re very dramatic.” My dark hair was doing its usual thing, with the waves refusing to lie flat no matter how many times I dragged my hand through it.
“You look good. It’s fine.”
I caught his reflection in the mirror. His gaze slid down my chest and over my stomach before he blinked and looked away too quickly.
“You want a picture?” I teased.
He snorted. “Relax, Matthewson. I’m just making sure you’re not going to embarrass us.”
“Sure,” I replied, even though the look lingered in the back of my mind.
He pushed off the dresser and dropped onto the bed. “You keep thinking about when we leave here?”
“I keep counting the days,” I admitted. “How many do we have left here? How long until everything goes back to real life?”
“Same,” he replied. “Which is why tonight needs to be fun as hell.”
Heels clicked in the hallway outside the bathroom Faye had been using. “You two ready?”
We both turned.
She stood there wearing a red dress in a floral print of scattered flowers in a deeper scarlet. It had thin straps and was fitted through the bodice, with a skirt that fell in soft layers high on her thighs. Her hair fell in loose blond waves around her shoulders. Gold hoops glinted at her ears, and nude sandals made her legs look even longer.
I struggled to breathe.
“You hate it,” she blurted. “I knew I should’ve worn the black one.”
