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I shrink in my chair. He wouldn’t.
“Apollo, would you dance with me?” he asks, holding his hand out to me. My head spins, and I stare at his hand and then back at his face.
“It’s not the time for dancing yet, and I’m here with Lucas,” I say weakly.
He ignores me and turns his mind-bending smile on Lucas. “You don’t mind if we dance now, do you? The band’s playing. I can’t stay much longer. I just want to dance with my …” Has eyes slide to mine. “… very best friend.” He’s good. He actually looks forlorn. If I didn’t know him better, I would believe him.
“I’ll dance with you, if she’s not feeling up to it,” Lucas’s sister Victoria pipes up.
I whip my head over to look at her. She’s smiling suggestively at him while her husband’s face turns red.
Oh, for God’s sake.
I shoot Graham a glare. Then, I put my hand in his and smile pleasantly at the rest of the table, “How can I say no?” I say in his face, dripping with artificial amusement.
Every eye in the room is on us as we make our way to the empty dance floor. I’m trying to keep up with Graham as he strides to the dance floor, forcing me to practically jog in my several inches too high to be practical, silver peep-toe Manolos.
When we get to the dance floor, I let out a surprised yelp when he twirls me like I’m a ballerina in a music box.
He’s laughing when he pulls me flush against him, wraps one arm around my waist and holds one of my hands against his chest. I put my arm on his shoulder, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Hey, Sunshine. Miss me?”
I look over my shoulder and see Lucas is watching, but instead of frowning, he’s smiling broadly, his face that of a proud father at his daughter’s first piano recital.
Deciding to deal with one problem at a time, I turn back around but keep my eyes on his chest.
“Graham, this is not cool. Why didn’t you call first?” I whisper, moving my lips as little as possible. He stops, mid-sway and dips his head so that it’s next to my ear. His cool breath
sends my hair fluttering and my heart tripping over itself. “What I’ve got to say has to be said in person.” His eyes are calm, but his whisper is fierce. His arm tightens around my waist as if he expects me to bolt.
He starts moving again, but this time leans back, so he’s looking at me. His eyes soften as they roam my face, a small, sad smile on his lips.
“Have your feelings for me changed, Apollo?” he asks me in a solemn voice.
“My feelings for you haven’t changed …” I begin.
“But?” he prods. But instead of looking disappointed, he’s smiling.
“But, I’m not …”
His eyes dart over my shoulder.
And suddenly the rest of the world comes rushing back. The music is still playing, and we’ve been joined by a few other couples. But we’ve been standing, having an intense, emotional conversation in a room full of strangers. And the man who, at least publicly, is my boyfriend.
“Graham. I can’t talk about this here.” I take a step back, and he doesn’t try to stop me.
He nods slowly, his eyes lose a bit of their sparkle. “Yeah. I understand. Will you meet me again?”
“Of course,” I say quickly. Because whatever happens, I still love Graham. I always will. And now that I’ve seen him, I just want more.
“Tonight?” he persists, and I can’t stop the excitement in my voice when I say, “Okay.”
He smiles and reaches into his pocket and hands me a card. “Call me when you get home. I’ll come over.”
I take it from him with a nod. He grabs my trembling hand.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Apollo.”
“Says the big bad wolf,” I mutter before I snatch my hand away.
