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“What’s up?”
I shake my head. “Remember that time we danced together at Peach Fuzz and Linc ended up spending the night at your apartment?”
She smiles. “Oh, do I.”
“Good. Because I need a favor.”
I begin to explain to Harlow what I need her to do, but I don’t get far before she smiles at me and waves away my words.
“Say no more. I’ve got this.”
She turns and continues her walk toward Linc and Cole, leaving me to follow behind her. When she reaches the two men, Linc’s smile grows wide and I see his hand move as if to reach for her, but she gives a tiny shake of her head before turning to look at Cole.
“I think I need to dance with the one who brought me,” she says in a teasing tone.
Cole looks from Layna to his brother, a confused expression on his face.
“You know he’s not your date, right?” Linc says. “He just escorted you down the aisle.”
Harlow shrugs. “Details.”
Then she grabs Cole’s hand and pulls him out onto the floor. I’m not sure if everyone else can see that it’s against his will, but it’s obvious to me. I’d laugh if I weren’t so anxious about this plan of mine.
“I knew she was pissed at me for not telling her about you and Cole, but this seems extreme,” Linc says.
I turn back to look at him and smile, holding out a hand.
“Actually, this is my idea,” I say. “Dance?”
Linc’s eyes narrow in suspicion, but he only hesitates for a moment before taking my hand and leading me out onto the floor.
“Do I get to know the plan?” Linc asks as we sway slowly to the music.
I look around, trying to spot Cole and Harlow on the dance floor.
“Uh huh,” I say. “We just need to find your girlfriend.”
Linc uses our joined hands to point. “She’s right over there.”
I yank his hand back down. “Don’t be obvious!” I hiss.
“How about you tell me the plan,” he says.
I try to direct our movements closer to Harlow and Cole, but Linc is definitely used to leading when it comes to dancing.
“Dance us over to where they are,” I say.
“You know we look crazy right now, right?” he asks.
“Who cares? Just get closer to them. And then you’re going to cut in.”
He laughs softly. “And Cole will have no choice but to dance with you or look like an asshole.”
“Exactly,” I say. “His good southern manners will force him to dance with me. That’s my chance to force him to listen to me. It’s my only shot.”
“What if he’s too mad to be polite?” he asks.
I give him a pointed look. “You know him best. Does that sound like him?”
