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“I didn’t forget. I just have two left feet, and it’s hard to get the moves down. It's easier if I watch someone.”
She sticks her right heel out and taps it down, pulls it back, then puts her right toe down next to her left foot and takes four steps to the right in a grapevine step. She tries to add a small sway to her hips and starts laughing when she messes up. We turn to the left to do it all over again, and this time I get to stare at her ass.
Let me tell you, this girl is cute from the front and the back. The exposed skin on her legs has a subtle tan to them, and her cowboy boots are driving me crazy. I keep picturing them tossed over my shoulders as I bring her pleasure.
At some point, when I was spaced out, Kasey moves in close to us and manages to stumble into Lana. Lana goes down hard on her butt and looks up in horror. I reach my hand out for her to take, and once she stands, she drops my hand and excuses herself.
Molly is hot on her heels as they walk over to an empty table.
“What the fuck, Kasey?” I ask, trying to keep my voice down.
“What?” She feigns innocence. “I tripped over my own feet.”
“You did it on purpose,” I growl in frustration. “Just go home already. I don’twantyou here.”
Her chin quivers, and her eyes gloss over. She wipes the water under her eyes and looks back at Lana. “Enjoy your slut. Just remember, I’m the best you will ever have. There’sno onelike me, Tristan Ellis. I hope she gives you herpes.”
She turns on her heel and walks back to her parents. She says something to them before her mom looks over at me, a somber look to her features. She nods, and Kasey takes the keys from her dad. Looks like Mom or Dad will have to drive the Bowmans home tonight. I hope this doesn’t affect their friendship with my parents. It’s not my fault their daughter is crazy.
I seek Lana out in the crowd, but she’s nowhere to be found. Holden is in a corner with Molly, trying to discreetly feel her up. I come up behind them and clear my throat. Holden jumps and turns to see who’s interrupting. When he sees it’s me, he rolls his eyes.
“Fuck, man. I thought you were her dad. How about not giving me a heart attack today.”
I don’t have time for a comeback. I need to get to Lana. “Where is she?” I ask.
Molly speaks up. “She said she was going back to her cabin for the night and wants to be left alone.”
I rub my hands down my face. “Shit. Was she okay?”
“She said she was fine, just wants some time alone. Maybe you should give it to her?” Molly hesitates on the last part.
“I need to talk to her,” I say, but I’ve already turned away and jog in the direction of her cabin.
As I draw closer, I see the light in her bedroom streaming past the drawn curtains, her silhouette visible. I rap my knuckles on the window gently until she pulls back the curtain to look at me. She unlocks and pulls the window open.
“What?” Her voice is a little raspy like she’s been crying.
“I’m so sorry about Kasey. She shouldn’t have done that to you, and she shouldn’t have said whatever it is she said to you in passing. Are you ever going to tell me what she said?”
She shakes her head. “No, it doesn’t matter. She was probably right anyway.”
Kasey is never right, and anyone that starts thinking she is, is mistaken. “Whatever it is, I can tell you she’s not. She’s a jealous person, and when she talks from jealousy, she’s usually wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter, Tristan. I’m tired, so I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She starts to close the window.
“Wait!” I reach out for the windowsill. “Are we still on for tomorrow morning? I’d really like to see you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I need some time alone. I was thinking of going for a ride in the morning.”
“I’ll come with you. You’re not supposed to ride alone. Ranch rules.” A whisper of a smile graces her face. It may not be a full-on smile, but at least the frown marring her face has disappeared.
“Goodnight, Tristan.” She closes the window and flips out the light.
Why does it feel things are ending before they’ve even had a chance to begin?
Chapter 19
Lana