Page 91 of The Dance

“You know what I mean. Are you two back together?”

Never were together …

“No.” I shook my head. “She’s going on tour for six months, anyway.”

“How did she become a dancer? I thought she was in school for acting?”

Shit.

I shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe she’s just fantastic at dancing,” I lied.

“Well, let me know how she does, and no drinking and driving.”

I rolled my eyes. “I won’t.”

* * *

“I can’t believeyou’re dragging me to a pop concert,” Dylan groaned as we waited in line outside the arena.

“I’m not fucking dragging you. You said you wanted to come,” I reminded him.

“Only because it’s free.”

“All right. Whatever. I’m buying you a twenty-dollar beer, remember?”

“If this blows, you’re buying me more than one.”

“You’re driving.” The conversation with my mother less than an hour ago came to mind.

“I’ll drink, you drive,” he suggested.

“Why didn’t I just drive in the first place, then?”

“Because your ass didn’t want to drive all the way to my place,” he reminded me.

That was true. My parents lived closer to the venue, and I would have had to travel in the wrong direction if I’d picked Dylan up.

“Whatever. I’ll drive your POS truck home.”

“Okay, rude. You know my truck isn’t a piece of shit.”

“Then why did Jimmy have to tow you out of the mud at the lake?” The doors opened, and the line moved forward.

“Anyone would have gotten stuck, so fuck you very much.” We both laughed because he was right, and I was just messing with him.

Once we got through security, we made our way to the closest concession stand that had beer, and each got one.

“Where’s our seats?” Dylan asked.

I pulled them out of my back pocket and looked for the number. “Floor seats, I think.”

“Better be,” he teased.

We headed down some stairs and onto the floor, as I’d suspected. Our seats were five rows back from the stage, and as we went to the chairs that matched the tickets, I saw a familiar face and another one that looked like an older Stacey.

“Molls,” I greeted. “It’s good to see you again.”

We hugged. “You too, Blake.” It looked as though she wanted to say more, but instead, her gaze moved to Dylan, who was behind me. “Hey, again.”