I tap Peter on the shoulder and give a simple shake of my head letting him know the new girl in town is off-limits. Without question, he walks off the dance floor.
“Oh, really?” she yells over the blaring music, full of sass.
“Really.”
“Who says you have a say in who I dance with?” This time, she pops up on her tiptoes so she can talk in my ear.
“I do,” I say back in hers.
Gotta say, I love being this close to her.
“Is that so?”
“Does a cat have an ass?”
“What in the…?” Her head falls back on her shoulders in uncontrollable laughter, and I do believe she’s more than fine with me stepping in. “Did you just ask me if a cat has an ass?”
“I did. And does it?”
“Yes, of course!”
“Well, there you have it. That’s how certain I am that I have a say in who you dance with.”
“You. Are. A. Crazy. Person.”
“I think you like it. I think you like me.”
“Insufferable! That’s what you are!”
Before I can reply, we’re interrupted by Emmett and Amelia, looking a little irritated.
Amelia takes the lead. “So you two know each other?”
“We met my first night in town.” Mason seems embarrassed to admit.
“Of course you did,” Emmett says, smacking me on the arm. “We thought she wasournew friend, but of course she already met the unofficial Eastlyn welcome wagon.”
“Hardly. I’ve offered to give her a tour of town, and she keeps shutting me down.”
“Hey, I let you take me to lunch today!” Mason counters.
“Wait, so you had been to lunch together before we met you at the salon today?”
Mason bites her lower lip nodding her head.
“So, when you heard us talking about Miles, you knew who we were talking about?”
“I figured it out,” my favorite little romance writer sheepishly admits, but what she’s admitting, I have no idea.
“What are you guys talking about? Why does Mason look like the cat who ate the canary?” I yell over the music.
“Oh, no reason,” Emmett says, not giving me even an inkling about what they’re talking about. “Who needs a beer?”
“Me!” The other girls yell in unison, effectively ending the conversation and leaving the dance floor.
On Amelia’s way off the dance floor, she mouths, “Sorry,” while Mason grins from ear to ear. As she passes by, I let my fingers lightly graze hers, and much to my surprise, her fingers start to entwine with mine. But the moment is fleeting because as soon as she does, she lets go. When the tips of her fingers glide across the palm of my hand, I feel currents of electricity shooting through my entire body.
If this is what her touch does to me here in a public setting, then I’m afraid we might just burn this town down if we were to ever take this to the sheets.