At some point, Declan's friend joined the three of them on the dance floor, and they ended up in pairs. Lacey and the wingman, Morgan and Declan. Not that it was all bad. As suspected, the boy knew how to dance—no sprinklersnecessary.
When Morgan's feet started to hurt, she called for a water break. It would give her a chance to clear her head after dancing so close to Declan. There were several moments while they were dancing that she’d wanted to rest her head against his chest or shoulder. Must have been all the shots she’d done. It was the onlyexplanation.
When he followed her to the bar, she didn't wave him away. He was quick to grab the bartender and order two glasses of water. She looked up at him through lowered lashes. “Thanks.”
“Noproblem.”
The two sat together in silence, both drinking their waters. Morgan kept stealing glances at the guy sitting beside her. Even after an hour of dancing, he looked amazing. Maybe even more so with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. And the way he sat in his seat. Relaxed posture, a slight curve to his lips. He looked like he’d be comfortable in anysituation.
Meanwhile, Morgan probably looked like someone playing statue and failing miserably. She tried to keep her back straight so that she wasn't slouching, and her legs were crossed while her free foot bobbed erratically. Add in her twitching eyes that couldn't stray from Declan, she was the opposite of confidant, and silence was anything bycomfortable.
Mercifully, Declan started talking first. “You're a surprisingly gooddancer.”
Morgan's foot stopped, and her brows rose. “Surprisingly?”
“When I walked in, my eyes went straight to the dance floor. Wanna know why?” She nodded slowly. “I thought someone was having a seizure out there.” Morgan couldn't contain the giggle that came from her mouth. “Imagine my shock when I realized it was the DateMaker.”
“It's girls' night. I wasn't trying to attract guys.” Sheshrugged.
“Obviously.”
With some effort, she kept the smile glued to her face. One night. She could let his arrogant attitude charm her for onenight.
“There you are!” Lacey shrieked from beside her. “I was dancing with…” her voice trailed off, and her companion whispered in her ear. “I was dancing with Paul and when I looked up, you were gone. I should have known you were having a private movement withDeclan.”
His name, she knew. How embarrassing. Not that Morgan had ever mentioned him to Lacey. She didn't want to think what conclusions Declan was drawing, but when she looked over, he waggled hiseyebrows.
“She doesn't know who you are,” Morganblurted.
His smile grew. “Ofcoursenot.”
“I don't talk about you,” she continued, the argument sounding more like an admission ofguilt.
"I wouldn't dreamofit.”
“More drinks!” Laceyyelled.
It was the perfect distraction. Morgan jumped up out of her seat to get the bartender's attention. Unfortunately, it knocked over the chair Morgan had been occupying, and it bumpedintoPaul.
Paul, who still had a drink in his hands, lost his footing and spilled his drink onto Lacey, who yelled again. This time, lesshappy.
“Ugh. I just bought this Judith March a couple ofweeksago.”
“Oh, Lacey! I'm so sorry.” Morgan grabbed the small cocktail napkins that sat on the bar and tried to help Lacey dry off her dress, but it was no use. The dress was soaked, and everyone could see how baditwas.
“I want to go home,” Lacey said, and Morgan knew there was no recovering. Still feeling buzzed, she pulled out her phone to callanUber.
“What are you doing?” Declan said into her ear. His nearness was making heruncomfortable.
“I can't drive,” she answered, and tipped her head at Lacey who had her arms crossed over her chest. “And neither can she. I gotta pay for aridehome.”
“I couldtakeyou.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are yousober?”
Declan lifted the glass of water in his hands. “It’s the only thing I've been drinking all night. Paul likes to go a little overboard, so I gave up drinking when wegoout.”
Another unexpected point for Declan. As much as she didn't want to admit it, he was acting like a legit human being. If she let him drive them back to school, it would not only be faster, but cheaper. Morgan sighed. “Won'tPaulmind?”
