Page 11 of Last Call Lindy Hop
I shook my head. “I’ll be ok. Dance.”
“Ok, but all you need to do is let me know.”
“Thank you.”
She studied me for a minute, then sighed and stood.
I didn’t know what to tell her. I didn’t want to be there, but I wasn’t going to take away her enjoyment of the evening—at least not any more than I already had.
Kenzie disappeared into the crowd, and I caught glimpses of her dancing. But I also noticed how her eyes kept drifting to me.
The hall started to empty as the night wore on, and I was trying to decide if I had the energy to take Kenzie out for a late dinner, when I saw the man whom I thought was the DJ heading in my direction.
He was good looking, with a lean build and dark brown hair.
I looked around, wondering if there was a light switch or something behind me. Then he stopped and held out his hand.
“Shall we?” he asked. “It’s the last dance.”
Chapter 8 - Eli
“Good job tonight,” Jackson said, leaning against the wall. “I’ll have to check the schedule, but we’ll get you in for another test run soon. If that goes well I’ll add you to the rotation.”
“Great!” I replied.
“You won’t have any problems making time for it?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Work’s pretty chill so I have time in the evenings. I should be able to make playlists, and be available as needed.”
“Good to know. I’ve got your number, so I’ll let you know more once I get a good look at the schedule.”
“Got it.”
I smiled as Mitch walked over and wrapped his arms around Jackson from behind.
“May I have this dance?” the older man purred.
Jackson turned in his arms and kissed him. “Of course.”
I laughed as they walked off for the final dance, then I turned to my computer and started assessing what I would need to do to finish up.
I jumped as somebody tapped my shoulder, then I turned to see Kenzie standing there. I blinked. “Kenzie? Wh-what can I do for you? Did you want this dance?”
She gave me a small smile. “Ummm…” She bit her lip. “I’ve… I’ve seen you dance with men before, right?”
I stared for half a second. “Yes?”
She blew out a sigh of relief. “Look, I get this is an odd request. But… Can you ask my friend to dance?” She motioned to where the man she’d walked in with was sitting.
I looked at him. “Why can’t you?”
She made a frustrated noise. “He… I don’t think he’s in the mood to dance with a woman.”
“Why do you think he’d dance with me?”
She rubbed her neck. “Well, I don’t know if he will, but I’m willing to try anything. He’s gay, and kinda going through a rough patch.”
“You know I’m straight, right?”
