Page 44 of Hers to Marry
This wasn’t going to get any easier if he didn’t stop thinking about Kat and how amazing she was. He had to remember he had an incredible fiancée…who was hundreds of miles away.
They continued in silence, Drew focusing on the music and marveling at how he hadn’t stepped on her toes yet. In truth, it was nothing to lead Kat. She hadn’t once made him feel inadequate. The perfect dance partner.
“Parker and I had a good talk yesterday. I’m happy the two of you worked things out,” she said.
He stole at glance at her, but she wasn’t looking up. She was lying, judging by the noticeable lack of acceptance in her voice. But of what? The good talk or that she was happy for him and Parker?
“So am I,” he lied right back. Her eyes came up then and he let them search his own. If they couldn’t be on the same page vocally, then maybe they could at least acknowledge it in silence.
“Are you…excited about your move to London?”
“Getting there.”
“What about your house here?”
“Still going to build. Everything is going through. I have the permits, and I’ll break ground next week.”
“How does Parker feel about that?”
“She’s okay with it, for now. I’m sure that’ll change once we’re in London.”
“She seemed eager to work things out.”
He snorted. “I don’t know why.”
Her look turned incredulous. “Don’t you want to work things out?”
Irritation settled into his stomach, giving him a nauseated feeling. Why did they have to talk about Parker? Was that the only subject he could talk about?
Ever since Kat lie, he had this feeling of confinement, and he was desperate to get out. Maybe he’d been too hasty at patching things up with Parker. His impending marriage shouldn’t feel like a prison sentence.
“Ow!”
Drew stopped. “Katrina! I’m so sorry.” He bent down, in part to check on her foot—which he stomped on—and to hide his face from the massive embarrassment he felt.
She tugged at his arms. “It’s okay. Let’s keep dancing.”
He slowly stood. She offered a pained smile. “If that happens at the wedding, just dance through it. No one will think anything’s wrong.”
“You think Parker’s going to let me? She’ll probably shout I stepped on her foot.”
Kat looked sheepish. “Sorry. I could’ve been quieter, but it was such a shock. It was going really well.”
“I have two left feet.”
She squeezed his bicep. “No, you don’t. You’re just a beginner. After the first few tries, you began flipping into the water too, remember?”
He smiled. He did remember. And Kat had encouraged him then too. “Is there a time you were ever mean to me?”
“Oh, all the time. Definitely when you were dancing.” She winked, her grin teasing.
“Right. I remember.” He chuckled. “You’re a terrible friend.”
“Hey! I’m here getting battle-scarred for you. That should count for something.”
He tugged her in closer. “It counts for a lot,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. “And I won’t forget it.”
She swallowed. “Drew, I’m not—”
