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Damn.
Come to think of it, it’s been a while since I cupped any breasts.
That isn’t helping my mood, I’m sure.
The blonde sitting on her other side—Amelia Landry, the bride’s sister—says something, and the woman gets a wicked smile on her face. A smile I really like. Then she reaches out, grabs a shot glass from the table, and tips it back.
Wow. If that’s Leo Landry’s moonshine, she just drank it down without so much as a grimace.
I suddenly must talk to her. She definitely needs someone else to talk to other than the people making her roll her eyes. Maybe a dance and a little flirting will help. Because that’s sure what I suddenly need. And there’s something about her that makes me think I need it with her.
I rise.
“Where’re you going?” Jonah asks.
“I think I need to dance.”
Jonah follows my gaze. I guess it’s clear who I'm looking at. His eyes widen. “Her?”
“Unless she’s taken.” In which case I need to know by who and how serious it is, because that’s not an automatic reason to keep my hands to myself.
“No. She’s not attached.”
“Excellent.” I take a step in her direction.
Jonah says, “Do you know who that is?”
I let out a breath. “I don't. But you know what? Tonight, I just want to be a guy who crosses the room and asks a beautiful woman to dance and lets her tell him who she is.”
Now both of Jonah's eyebrows are up. “Okay.” There’s hesitation there, though.
“Don’t worry,” I tell him. “This is just a little fun. She only has to like me for tonight. We both know I can pull off twenty-four hours of good behavior.”
“We do?”
“Okay, eighteen hours. If I stay away from the moonshine.”
But Jonah laughs. “Good behavior is what you have in mind with her?”
I glance over at her again. No, not at all. “Sure,” I tell him. “For the first twenty minutes or so.” I grin and start in her direction.
Truth is, I can be charming as hell when I want to be. I haven't felt like I wanted to be in a while now, but watching this woman as she leans to one side and scratches at what might be her right hip, or might be her right butt cheek, I think maybe I feel a little charm coming on.
“Hey, Ami.” I greet the beautiful blond sister of the bride, but I’m having trouble looking away from the woman next to her.
“Hi, Torin. It’s nice to see you.” Ami gives me a sweet smile. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Sorry to crash the party.”
Ami laughs. “You know you’re welcome.”
"It’s fun to see everyone,” I say with a nod. Then my gaze drifts to the woman with her again.
Ami quickly introduces us. “Torin, this is my sister, Abigail.”
Her sister. That makes sense. Abigail. God, I love her name. “Hi, Abigail.”
She looks at me for a long moment, seemingly cataloguing details about me. I just wait.
