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“Don’t think you want to take that home with you.”
I hurry to grab it, the pink tint of the novelty surely matching my burning cheeks. “No, I don’t suppose I do.”
My thighs clench together when a lazy smile dimples Damon’s cheek—but the mention ofhomesobers me up the tiniest bit.
You’re not here for the shockingly handsome men or dirty thoughts.
But I’m one more drink from entertaining the possibility.
A ping sounds from my phone, lighting the screen brightly.
Is it my mother apologizing for stranding her only daughter on an island with no means to support herself? Of course not. Instead, I see a little pink icon for the app OneDate and two other app banners sliding across the screen.
Brandi leans over, asking with playful curiosity, “Is that OneDate?”
As if I couldn’t be more embarrassed, now they’re likely to assume I’m lying about my solo vacation.
Damon steps back abruptly, severing the gentle heat I was just getting used to.
I don’t owe them anything. These people are complete and total strangers. And yet, I’m rushing to explain that I’ve hardly touched the app since downloading it. “Oh, no. I—”
The DJ’s voice booms through the bar, cutting off our conversation as he introduces a new playlist full of upbeat pop mixes.
“Damon, get your ass over here!” one of the guys they’re here with shouts. He’s now got a tie wrapped around his head, and the two other men with him are loosening theirs with big goofy smiles on their faces.
Brandi’s voice rises over the music. “You can’t leave without one dance! I’m totally outnumbered here.”
She’s tugging on my hand, but I’m already shaking my head. “Oh, no, no. I’ve got two left feet.”
“What about Katie? Maybe she’ll surprise you?” Damon says.
I flick my gaze up, overcome with the desire to be anyone but Katie to him.
“Two right feet for that one.”
His head tips back as he cuts loose a real, deep-from-the-belly laugh.
“Miss Harris it is.”
My mouth goes dry, pulse fluttering, but then I’m being dragged to my feet—left and right—and carted off toward the crowd by Brandi.
Damon walks beside us, seemingly soaking up all the space around me.
I really should be leaving… but surely one dance won’t kill me. It’s not like I plan on taking the guy back to my raggedy motel and banging his brains out—tempting as that very thought may be.
Brandi shimmies her way over to her husband. The sequins of her short black dress reflect the bouncing lights, and I can’t contain a snort when she hops up and wraps her legs around his middle.
“That’s my best friend, Chuck,” Damon says close enough to my ear to revamp the buzz I’ve been nursing.
I watch Chuck dip her toward the floor before nuzzling his face between her breasts. The guys surrounding him hoot and holler once he brings her upright, and with her head thrown back giggling, they push further into the thickening crowd.
“Want to join them?”
I’m drunk, but not so drunk that I don’t register his fingers interlocking with mine.
“Call me crazy, but asolovacation doesn’t usually include dancing with boys.”
A wicked, toe-curling smile unveils another adorable dimple, though adorable doesn’t exactly fit a man like Damon.
