Page 24 of Wish You Were Mine

I spun around and squealed. “Blair!”

“Hey, Summer.” He opened his arms and caught me as I lunged into them, his shaggy hair flopping around his face. “It’s good to see you.”

I embraced him fiercely. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” He released me and stepped back. “Mina and the twins weren’t able to get away, but it was easier for me.”

Blair was a musician. His band was reasonably successful, but he wasn’t famous enough that every second of his time was scheduled weeks into the future.

“How long are you here for?” I asked.

“Just a week, maybe two.” He scowled at me when my face fell. “Don’t go getting mopey on me. I get enough of that from Kennedy.”

I laughed. “Just wait until the pregnancy hormones kick in properly.”

His eyes widened. “You mean, they haven’t already?”

I touched the tip of my finger to my nose. “Didn’t you promise me a dance?”

“Too right.” He took one of my hands. “You ever learned any Latin dancing?”

“Uh…no,” I admitted.

His teeth flashed between his lips as he smiled. “Don’t worry. Just go where I guide you and spin when I turn you.”

“Easy.”

To my absolute shock, he placed one of his hands on my hip and pulled me closer. He was a good head taller than me, and much broader, so being close to him made me feel petite in comparison.

He lowered his head, and his breath gusted across my ear as he spoke. If there had been any chemistry between us whatsoever, I’d have swooned. Unfortunately, once again, he was too much like a brother.

“Want to make Asher jealous?” he whispered.

My gaze snapped to his. “What?”

He smirked. “Don’t worry. Our secret.”

I stared at him. “H-how did you know?”

His green eyes locked onto mine. “I’ve been taking courses on body language and microexpressions. I don’t want to be caught off guard again like I was with Tyler.”

I felt a pang of sympathy for him. “I get it.”

Tyler had been a friend of his, until he’d knocked Blair out and kidnapped Kennedy.

“So,” he prompted, “what do you say?”

The first thrums of a new song played over the speakers, and I let him draw me deeper onto the dance floor.

“I say yes.”

Assuming it was possible to make Asher jealous at all. But at this point, I was willing to try.

His feet moved quickly as the song kicked up a notch. The singer was crooning in Spanish, and I took a moment to wonder if he’d requested the song with whoever was in charge of the playlist.

I did my best to follow along, admiring his flourishes and how easily he showed me where I needed to be. His hands wandered up my body, but there was nothing sexual about it. I suspected it was just how he’d been taught the dance. Either that, or he was putting on a show for Asher’s benefit.

When the song ended, he gripped my hand and tugged me off the dance floor and across the pub. I followed him, my heart light. I’d liked Blair since the day I’d met him. He was gruff, but he had a way of making people feel good.

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