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She was taken aback.
“Obviously, you didn’t feel the same.”
“I guess I didn’t think I was anything special to you.”
“Did I give you that impression?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t leave that weekend thinking you liked me. I thought you kissed me to help me get it over with, so I could say I’d finally been kissed.”
“I did. But I liked you, Sky. I always have.”
She smiled up at him but didn’t feel anywhere near as many butterflies as she had when Franky had looked at her earlier. “I liked you too.”
“Good to know.” He gave her a sweet grin. “Are you dating anyone?”
“I’m not.” She looked across the room at Franky, who was dancing with his mom. “But I like someone.”
“Should’ve made my move years ago, I guess.”
She let out a little laugh. “I guess.”
The song came to an end, and he let go of her and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the back. “Maybe someday.”
She gave him a smile just as Franky gripped her arm, ripping her hand from Luca’s grasp. “Franky!” She called back over her shoulder as Franky led her across the room. “Thanks for the dance, Luca.”
He gave her a little wave and a crooked smile.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I need to talk to you.” Franky led her out of the room.
Skylar shook her arm from his grip and stopped walking. “What’s come over you?”
“Where can we go that’s private?”
Something about the edge in his tone made her wonder if he was jealous because she’d been dancing with Luca. She had to know, so she started walking. “Come with me.”
It had been a long time since Skylar had been to the wine cellar, where the barrels of wine were stored to age. She led Franky through a door, down some stairs, and opened another door, flipping on a set of overhead lights as they entered the cool, dark room. She thought he might be interested in seeing the place and curious about the process, but he was only looking at her.
“What’s this all about?” she asked.
“You want to date him, don’t you?”
“Who? Luca?”
“Yes, of course, Luca.”
“Hey, don’t get so snippy.”
“Do you? Want him?”
She rolled her eyes. “I told you before, I don’t.”
Franky began to pace. “I saw you up there, dancing and flirting with him.”
“What are you talking about? I danced one dance with him, and we weren’t flirting, we were talking.”
“That’s not what it looked like from where I stood.” He wouldn’t stop moving and his hands kept opening and closing into fists as he walked.