Page 125 of A Little Tempting

“They won’t stop,” Griffin muses. “Might as well get it over with,Dani.”

After one final glare at her brother, we scoot out of the booth and wave at the crowd gathered.

“How ‘bout a dance for the lovely couple?” Finley suggests. Her voice echoes through the speakers, and our audience cheers.

Yeah, Dylan’s gonna kill her.

I raise my hand, silently asking Finley for the microphone. Eyes narrowed, she gives in and hands it to me. I turn toward the audience while Dylan uses me as a human shield, hiding behind me.

“I want to thank our dear fairy godmother for setting this whole thing up,” I start. “Unfortunately, our Dani here, well, her pregnancy is high risk, so we’re sitting this dance out. But we’d love it if our best man and maid of honor would take our place on the dance floor. Griff?” I call as I wrap my arm around Dylan and bring her to my side so she can have front-row seats to tonight’s main event. “Come on, Griff. Get out here.”

The rest of the band watches from the side of the stage before the rhythm of a slow song begins playing.

“Gonna kill you,” Griff mutters as he passes me.

I bring the microphone to my mouth again, adding, “How ‘bout you dance on the stage, you know? Let the whole world see.”

“Woo-hoo!” the audience cheers.

Shaking his head, Griffin grumbles under his breath, climbs onto the stage, and grabs Finley’s hips. The fluff of her dress prevents them from getting too close, but it only adds to the ridiculousness of the situation as they sway back and forth to the slow love song.

“She’s gonna kill you for beating her at her own game,” Dylan says as her fingers trail against my chest.

“She’ll get over it,” I decide. “Besides, she looks pretty comfortable up there with your brother.”

“Yeah, but the real question is, how comfortable is Ev?” Dylan challenges.

I glance at the table where Everett is watching, his expression unreadable. “Poor bastard.”

“Who? Griff or Ev?”

I laugh a little harder. “Both, I guess. Come on.” I reach for her hips and pull her into me. “Dance with me.”

“But what about the baby?” she quips.

With a grin, I bend down and kiss her nose. “Worth it.”

32

DYLAN

With a yawn, I roll onto my side and peel one lid open. I’m still in Reeves’ room. I must’ve fallen asleep during the movie he insisted we watch last night. Searching the bed, I find the sheets cold on the opposite side, which means I'm most definitely alone. He’s probably at the gym. It makes sense. He spends most mornings at the gym with his team. Like a cat, I stretch on the mattress. Slipping from the sheets and out of bed, I smooth the covers until you’d never know anyone even slept here.

After a quick shower, I head to the kitchen to find Finley with a plate of eggs Benedict in front of her.

“Hey, stranger,” she quips. “There’s more on the stove.”

I dish up a plate for myself, then sit across from her at the table as she chews slowly, watching me.

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

“Just trying to figure out if I can see the I’ve-been-thoroughly-fucked glow or not.” She tilts her head. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m definitely seeing a glimmer, but…”

“We didn’t sleep together,” I answer, stopping the fork an inch from my face. “Okay, we did, but I meanactualsleep, not what you’re referring to.”

“Mm-hmm.” She watches as I chew my bite, adding, “But you definitely did something. Am I right?”

“Finley,” I whine. “Can you give it a rest? Please?”

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