Page 131 of Dream Girl
When the song finished, he led me over to the well-decorated and fully-appointed beverage table and got me something to drink.
“You looked like you were having fun out there.” Jett joined us, getting a drink of his own. His long, dark hair was tied back,but not like he wore it when he went to work. He looked very handsome in his tux.
It had been nice spending time with him yesterday when we’d been moving Rose’s things.
Antonio Caruso approached us, looking dapper in a red tux and a black pocket square. He wasn’t alone, the rest of Marcos’ dads were with him, including the big growly alpha–the one that looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place.
They were all dressed smartly in dark tuxes with red ties. The ex-military looking one with the beard looked like he needed some sunglasses and a big gun.
“I don’t mean to be forward, but wehave met, haven’t we?” Antonio asked me, oozing charm, taking my fingertips and giving the back of my hand the barest of kisses like we were in an old-timey movie.
It was an odd gesture since I hadn’t quite figured out handshaking in this world.
Antonio’s amber eyes met mine. “I feel like I could never forget someone as breathtaking as you, Bonita. Every time I looked at your table, I nearly forgot my lines.”
“We have,” I replied, resisting the urge to giggle. “I’m Grace. We met at the movie theater over the weekend. I was with Marcos’ friend Riley.”
His alphas looked amused, like it wasn’t uncommon for him to be silly like this. I motioned Brennan over. He gave me a confused look but joined us.
“Um, these are Marcos’ dads,” I introduced.
“Oh. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Brennan Morris,” Brennan said. “This is my husband, Jett Morris.”
“I’m Spencer Thanukos. We’re part of Riley’s family,” Spencer added. “Let me introduce you to the one and only Dr. Grace Ellington.”
My heart skipped a beat every time he said things like that. Like I was some exceptional person and not some woman who’d barely gotten her PhD and couldn’t even remember how she’d ended up in another world.
“Of course.” Antonio smiled. “It is so nice to meet Riley’s family. I’m Antonio, this is Carl,” who was the unassuming one I’d first met asdad, “and my alphas, Ivan,” the large military looking one,dado, “and Darnell,” the big growly one,pops.
“Thank you so much for helping Marcos study for the math test,” Carl added.
I’d talked to him when he’d dropped Marcos off on Saturday at Wes’ party.
“Anytime. Marcos is such a wonderful young man,” I told them. It had been interesting looking through their textbook.
“Would you honor me with a dance, Grace?” the growly alpha, Darnell, asked.
Was it okay to dance with some random alpha?
“Go dance with Sergeant Hawthorne, he outranks me. I’ll dance with you next, promise,” Jett told me, giving me a little push.
Sergeant Hawthorn. Of course. From the police station. No wonder he looked familiar. Just out of place, because he’d been in uniform, and I’d had a fresh concussion and had been trying to figure out what was going on.
He didn’t touch my hand, but my wrap-covered shoulder, and we went back out to the dance floor, where he put his other hand on my hip. This was a different dance, and we were close to each other. Like before, he smelled relaxing.
“Sergeant, it’s nice to see you again. Thank you, for being so kind to me at the station,” I said, glad to have finally placed him.
“So, youaremy Jane Doe. I’d been wondering. Detective Lawson said that they’d found your alpha, and your case had been moved to another detective. Which one is he? I’m guessingFade is a nickname?” He maneuvered me through the crowd of people, a few nodding and murmuringSergeant,as we whirled by.
“It is. Wes isn’t here. But you met him at the theater. He and Evan, Riley’s brother, are at home tonight,” I replied. Sergeant Hawthorne was an excellent dancer. This was a different type of dance, more akin to a quick waltz, the steps easy to follow if I paid attention.
Sergeant Hawthorne nodded. “You’re all right? You got your memories back?”
“Mostly. And I’m fine. Thank you.” It was nice that he worried about me, however, his interest also made me nervous because the case was still open. The last thing I needed was for Wes to get in more trouble.
While I was still so curious about how I got to the park, I wasn’t sure I wanted the police to figure that out either.
Finishing our dance, we returned to the punch table, where Antonio, Jett, and Ivan discussed boxing, and Spencer and Carl chatted about investments.
