Page 28 of Found By You

“Well, shit.” Stan pouts. “Where did you say you found her, Duke?”

I scoff, giving her thigh a squeeze under the table. “Sorry, man. There was only one on the shelf.”

Maci laughs, laying a hand over mine.

“I need to see all my ladies out on the dance floor,” the lead singer of the band booms through the microphone. “It’s time to show these men how to make the earth quake.”

Alison leaps from her seat, grabbing Cassidy by the arm. “Oh my god, yes. I love this song. Let’s go.”

Cassidy laughs, standing and turning to Maci. “Come on, Maci. Let’s see what the yoga instructor from Oklahoma can do.”

“I don’t—”

“Preggos stick together,” Cassidy snaps back. “And it’s my birthday.”

Maci sets her purse on the table. “Okay, fine.”

Cassidy and Alison scurry to the dance floor. I chuckle as Maci huffs. “Laugh it up, bossy mechanic,” she says. “You’re next.” She winks, sauntering around me to the dance floor with a slide of her hand over my shoulders. It sends a thrill of desire through me—the kind you get when you want someone…more than you should.

Butch shifts his chair beside me to watch them get in line with a dozen other women as the song picks up tempo. “You got a thing for her?” It’s a clear question. One he already knows the answer to.

And one I’m not sure I’m ready to admit to myself yet.

She’ll be back on the road toward Alaska before I know it.

I swig my beer and ignore him—and myself. Choosing to enjoy the night while it’s dancing right in front of me.

It isn’t long before everyone on the dance floor is following Maci’s lead. Cassidy and Alison watch her every move, copying her the best they can. I don’t know how they do things down in Oklahoma, but…damn.

She’s clapping, stomping her feet, kicking, shimmying, jumping in her sexy-as-fuck boots. She spins around and her shirt rides up, exposing the flawless skin of her waist. A wide-spread smile crosses her face as she mouths the words to the song. I’m grinning from ear to ear, loving how happy she looks right now. When she does a turn, her beautiful hair flips as she catches my eye. She sends me a slick wink, pops her hip, and smacks her ass my way, sending a jolt straight to my cock.

Fuckin’ hell.

Stan whistles lowly. “Butch, I quit. I’ll be scoping the streets for chicks stranded on the side of the road. Duke, man, you hiring?”

They share a hearty laugh, but all I can do is grin, never taking my eyes off her.

Nine.

Maci

When the song ends, everyone claps. “Now grab yourself a partner, ladies, and drag ‘em out here,” the singer announces as the band starts up another country twang.

Alison sprints to grab Tanner who goes without question. While Cassidy takes Butch’s hand. He pretends to fight it like he doesn’t want to go, but anyone can see he does. It’s sweet how in love they all are.

Duke and his brother Butch look a lot alike, but I see the differences in personality and how they carry themselves. Cassidy is about my height, maybe a few inches taller. Brown hair and stunning deep blue eyes, it’s no question she drew her fiancé in with a bat of her eye.

They pass me by as I go to Duke.

“You’re pretty good,” he says.

I take the seat beside him to catch my breath. “Do you dance?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I can. Not as good as you, that’s for sure.”

I nudge him playfully with my elbow. “I’m sure you do all right.”

He keeps his gaze on me as he swigs his beer back and slams it on the table. He stands with his hand out with a lopsided grin.

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