Adjusting himself still, Diego said, “Phew, for a second there I thought I was gonna be a little bitch all night, but now I’m in agreatmood.Which is good, because I’m the only one in this fucking family who can dance.”
“I should’ve just skipped to the Diego-sexual thing, huh?”
“Nah.The apology was nice, too.Just notasnice.”He smiled so big, it showed the gap in his teeth again.
I tried to respond, but something was suddenly lodged in my throat.Felt like my heart.
“Okay,” he said as we approached the door.“If you see me, like, dissociating completely, come save me?”
“Yeah.Same, please.”
“Deal.”He opened the door and strode through it, head high, shoulders up, and a swing in his hips that dared anyone to say shit about it.
Goddamn, he was magnificent.What a dumbfuck eighteen-year-old me had been.
I made my way back to the table and slipped into my seat, hoping no one would notice and pretending not to watch Diego Marsh.
Chapter 2: DIEGO
Istumbledoffthedance floor as soon as enough people filled it.It was the only job Kelly, the bride of the hour, had given me: to get people dancing.Yes, I had planned to dance the fucking night away and be unfailingly fabulous in the face of whatever bullshit the ignorant hometown crowd could throw my way.
But now I had more pressing concerns.
I reminded myself every five seconds not to scan for Taran Kovacs.I recognized the people seated near him; apparently his mom played mahjong with my stepmother Annie because he was stuck at a table full of her middle-aged friends getting ripped on well liquor.
How fucking dare he be even hotter than his extraordinarily fine teenage self?And he had thenerveto be light years more emotionally mature on top of that?Still eternally confused about his sexuality, but two out of three was way too good.Un-fucking-believable.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t made as much emotional progress as Taran Kovacs in the last eight years, because all I could think of was taking him back out to my car and climbing on top of him for old time’s sake.The only rational response to this scenario was to plummet toward whiskey dick as fast as possible.I rolled up to the bar and ordered two tequila sodas with a twist.
Kelly wandered by in her massive white fluffy cloud of a dress and held out her hand.“Oh god, D, can I have one?I’m dying here.”
I rolled my eyes but handed one over.“Fine, fine; it’s your day.”
“Were they both for you?”
“Yes, obviously.”
“You’re supposed to be keeping the dance floor alive.”She smiled though.
When Dad first informed me I was about to get a pair of younger sisters, I admit it didn’t thrill me.Thankfully, Kelly was cool as fuck.Kacey, the younger one, was a bitch on wheels.Normally that’d be admirable, but not when it blew up in my face on the regular.Though she was a horrible dancer with no rhythm, I said, “Kacey can handle it for a few—”
“A fewwhat?”She walked up behind me.
I sighed.“Are we sure she’s not actually Satan?Say her name and summon her?”
Kelly snorted inelegantly as a well-wisher sidled up to her, so I was forced to turn to Kacey armed with only one beverage.“You could handle the dance floor, I said.”
“I’m the maid of honor, bitch.”She pursed her lips at me.
“Your lipstick wore off like hours ago, girl.”I gave her mouth my most disdainful look.
She rolled her eyes.“So did yours.”
“Shows what you know.I only wore eyeliner to—”
“Who’s the hottie?”she interrupted.
I turned to follow her gaze, but even before I got there, I knew who it’d be.She and Kelly both had an eye for the hottest guy in any crowded room.There he was, Taran Kovacs with his stupid floppy dark hair brushed back from his forehead, his gorgeously summer-tanned skin, and his absurdly blue eyes.He even had a little stubble on his jawline, and he was wearing thesexiestpair of thick, black-rimmed glasses, which was just more evidence that he never had and never would play fair.
