Page 9 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
“You look like you’re up to something,” Preston says as I approach the DJ. Preston and I are very close, at least we used to be until I became a spy and he built his publishing business.
He stares at me, his eyes keenly observing the surroundings. Dressed in a tailored suit, he exuded a charming aura. He has always been a nerd but he’s never had an issue with socializing. His dark hair meticulously combed, the subtle gleam of a silver watch peeks out from beneath his cuff.
That watch means a lot to both of us, it was one of the few gifts father gave us before he passed away. The knowing glint in Preston’s eyes suggests that he has a penchant for detecting subtle nuances, a quality that makes him adept at deciphering the motives of those around him.
He reads people better than anyone I know and I know he’ll make a great spy.
I grin and shrug. “Might be. The wedding is going great.”
“I’ve seen you hanging around Hannah a lot. Don’t get involved with her if you’re only going to hurt her in the end. That woman has been through more than enough shit in her life.” He says, going straight to the point.
I raise an eyebrow. “And what makes you think that I’m going to hurt her?”
Preston tucks his hands into his pockets, his expression stern. “Look, I know you, but there are also a lot of things I know you keep from us. I’m sure that you have your reasons and I’m not going to press you on them. But she doesn’t deserve to spend a year of her life wondering if you’re okay.”
Even though I know he’s right, I still don’t like hearing it. There is a part of me that wonders what it would be like to give up the job and finally settle down, but I know I would be restless, I’d be bored to death.
I want to give someone the best version of myself, but that isn’t going to happen if I’m sitting at home and missing the adventure that my life used to have.
“I’m not going to hurt her. We’re having a good evening together, but beyond that I know my life isn’t the kind of life that I should involve another person in.”
Preston sighs. “That’s not what I’m saying. All I want is for you to be happy, but I also want to make sure that my sister-in-law isn’t going to suffer for it.”
As much as I hate this conversation, I’m glad Preston is looking out for Hannah. I get the feeling that not many people do.
“She’s fine with me. We’re just friends and you know that I’ll be gone again for work soon. I’m not looking to start anything with anybody.”
He nods and claps me on the shoulder. “Well, I’m off to go dance with my beautiful wife. You enjoy whatever you’re getting up to.”
“I will, man. Congratulations.”
He walks away while I turn my attention back to the DJ. It’s time to set my plan in motion.
A few minutes later, smooth criminal by Michael Jackson is blaring through the reception hall. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing as I step into the middle of the dance floor.
Hannah’s laughter rises above the relative silence of the people around me. I grin and start doing the moonwalk. I’m not the kind of person to draw attention to myself, but if it makes her feel more comfortable, I’m willing to do it.
Soon, Audrey races over and joins in with me. Her son is quick to follow, and before I know it, other people are around me, all doing their favorite MJ moves. There are others still who stand around the edges of the room and look down their noses at me, but I don’t care.
None of these people are worth the effort of impressing.
I dance my way over to Hannah. Her grin stretches across her face, and she shakes her head.
“I can’t believe that you just did that,” she says through her laughter. She looks up at me and takes a sip of her champagne.
“You were worried about what other people were going to think of you. Now, they’re going to be too busy talking about me and my amazing dance moves.”
Hannah grins and finishes her champagne as a slow song fades into smooth criminal. “You’re something else.”
“Dance with me,” I say, holding out my hand.
For a moment, I see her waver. She sets her glass down on a nearby table before taking my hand. I grin and pull her to me, one arm looping around her waist while I continue to hold her hand.
“Alright,” she says as we sway to the beat of the music. “So, you might be able to do something other than the moonwalk. I don’t know if I can even do that much.” As a spy I’ve had to learn a lot of skills that could be useful. I’ve had two missions that needed me to pose as a Russian dance instructor.
I tighten my arm around her waist and lift her up slightly. She lurches into me as she stands on my feet. As soon as she seems stable, I start spinning us around the room. We glide around the room to the beat of the music.
Hannah’s mouth drops open as I dip her low before pulling her back up to me.
