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Nick caught her arm. “Hey,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—I’ll help you because I’m your friend.”
Friend. It was the wrong thing to say, and he knew it instantly. She was still poised to shove the truck door open, but she looked at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were so striking, even bluer than his were. “Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Right now? Because we’re in a parking lot.”
“No,” she said quietly. “I mean, why don’t you want to sleep with me ever?”
Nick drew back and let go of her arm. He gave her his easy smile. “Maybe I’m a gentleman.”
Quinn didn’t smile back. “I know I’m not as hot as the girls you usually date, Nick.” She paused. “Are you just taking a break or something? Using me as a filler girlfriend so you have time to let the chafing heal?”
“Wow.” He dragged the word into three syllables.
e could still dance like no one she’d ever seen.
Quinn missed a cue and almost ended up with her face planted in the wood floor. Adam caught her, and she struggled to right herself.
“See?” she snapped. “I can’t keep up with you.”
“No,” he said, putting a hand on her waist to set her straight. “I actually think your friend was right. It was missing a partner.”
“Do you know anyone who can do it with you?”
Adam gave her half a smile. “I thought you were.”
Her eyes flared. “No! This is your audition piece. I’m sure you know someone—”
“I do know someone. I’m looking at her.”
“Oh, I get it, you think having someone do a face plant on stage will make you look better?”
Now he grinned. He was insanely adorable and she was instantly reminded of why she’d had a crush on him in the first place. “Afraid?”
“I—just—you—”
“Yes,” Nick called from behind her. “She is.”
Quinn scowled. “I’d mess it up for you.”
“I’ve auditioned three times and gotten nowhere. I don’t think you could mess it up for me.” He paused, and his eyes went serious. “There’s a different energy to it now. Can’t you feel it?”
Actually, she could. Despite nearly smashing her face in, up to that point, the music had seemed to carry her, like her movement and the song had combined to form something more potent than just a hastily thrown-together dance in a dusty backroom studio at the Y.
She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to imagine how massive and ungainly she looked next to Adam. “When is your audition?”
“Next month. Four weeks.”
“Four weeks?” she exclaimed. “Are you kidding me?”
“Come on, that’s nothing.”
“Yes, but—but—”
“Don’t let her out of it,” Nick said.
Quinn swung her head around. “Maybe we can cut the commentary?”
Nick met her eyes from across the room, and held them. “Sure, if you say yes.”
