Page 67 of Just A Chance

“London.” He wraps me in a hug. “Wow, it’s like deja vu. Is that the same dress?” He glances down, then seems to think better of it and returns to the woman's side, putting a possessive arm around her.

“Yeah,” I shrug. “I felt like it fit the occasion.”

“It definitely does,” the woman says. “I tried to wear a poodle skirt but he wouldn’t let me.” She pinches his side.

“I said you could,” Trent says. “I said no to the actual poodle you wanted to buy.”

“But he was so cute. I wanted to call him Hobie.” The woman grins, and Trent looks down at her with nothing but pure love.

“Maybe next Christmas,” he whispers. “I already have a gift for you.”

The woman snuggles up next to him but then seems to remember I’m still standing here as witness to this adorable exchange. “I’m Karli. How do you guys know each other?”

“We were friends from high school,” I say at the same time Trent says, “We went to prom together.”

Karli raises a brow. “I sense a good story.” She squeezes Trent’s arm. “Please say there’s a good story. Did you wear the chainmail to prom?”

I laugh. I like her.

“No, I did not,” Trent grunts.

A warm hand slides around my waist and I know without looking who it belongs to. “He just stole my prom date.”

Chapter 28

Sean

Sunny…thatdress…she’smaking my head spin. I can't comprehend her beauty fast enough, it’s like my brain is on overload trying to take in her curves, and every piece of skin I’d like to place a kiss on. I can’t believe she wore it.

“The girl you’ve been seeing is London?” Trent’s brows furrow as he looks between London and me.

I grin. It was worth keeping this info from him just to see the dumbfounded look on his face.

“Aren’t I lucky?” I grin, squeezing London’s waist.

“So…I was right, there is a juicy story,” Karli says, looking pointedly at Trent.

Trent, whose eyes are wide and… guilty?

What’s that about?

“No story,” Trent says quickly.

“Oh,” London laughs. “Trent was a sweet guy and took me to prom after my dad scared Sean away,” she says to Karli.

I clench my jaw. That’s not quite how I remember it happening. But sure, we’ll go with her version.

“Ah,” Karli coos, squeezing Trent’s bicep. “He’s such a gentleman.”

I grunt. Such a gentleman? He took my date. “Yeah, it’s not like he kissed her or anything.”

Trent’s eyes widen, and London turns stiff in my arms.

What…? No. He didn’t. I clench my jaw. Don’t get mad. It’s in the past—

“You kissed my girlfriend?”

Whoops. Got mad.