Page 38 of Sweet Spot
“Dance what out?”
“She’s waiting for Peter to call her,” Erica supplies.
I glance between them for the story. “Peter?”
“Peter Kurtis, he’s a hockey player Cass is crushing on ha-ard,” Erica sing-songs the last word.
“I am not,” she says but then smiles. “He asked for my number a week ago but hasn’t called or texted.”
Erica nudges me. “I have a class with Peter’s roommate, Tiny, and he said they’re going to The White House tonight.”
“Will you come and be my dance partner?” Cass begs.
“Of course, I will.” I fight a yawn. “Do you have any Red Bull?”
* * *
At The White House, Cassidy pulls me outside to where a DJ is setup and a few people are dancing on one side of the yard. Erica is sitting near the pool with Chapman.
The beat of the music relaxes my aching muscles and the caffeine temporarily makes me forget how tired I am. The last couple of weeks have been exhausting in the best way. Classes, practice, and hours of training with Lincoln.
Cass leans forward, her blonde hair falling around her face and shielding her from everyone but me. “He’s here.”
Casually, I glance around. “Where?”
“He just walked out onto the patio with another guy. White hat, gray sweater.”
I find him easily enough. He’s scanning the crowd in the way people do when they first get to a party to see who else is there. He finds Cass and turns to his buddy to say something. And as luck would have it, I know that buddy.
“Come on, I know his friend.” I drag Cass with me.
Her hand grips mine hard, and I laugh a little at how nervous she seems. She’s gorgeous, sweet, and super talented. I can’t imagine any guy not being into her.
Heath notices me as I approach, and his mouth draws into a wide smile.
“Hey, Keira.” He takes a sip from the beer.
“Hey, yourself.” I yank Cass closer to me. “Heath, this is my friend Cassidy.”
“Hi.” She gives a small wave and steals a glance at Peter. “Hey, Peter.”
“You two know each other?” I play dumb.
“Yeah, of course. Hey, Cassidy.” I swear this big, hunky hockey player is blushing. “Can I get you a drink?”
She stares at him, frozen and mute until I elbow her, then she sputters out, “Yeah. Great.”
Heath and I watch them disappear into the house.
“She likes him.” I shrug.
“Yeah, him too. He’s been talking about her all week, trying to figure out when to call her and what to say. I’ve never seen someone obsess so much over calling a girl.” He looks at my empty hands and then asks, “You need a drink?”
“Nah, I’m not drinking tonight.”
He raises a brow in question.
“I have to get up early tomorrow to work out.”
