Page 101 of The Triple Threat

He looked surprised, and I guessed it was because I hadn’t sought him out after Bronte had whisked me away. Nevertheless, he placed his glass down and stood up.

“I’d love to. I think we have time for maybe a couple of dances, before dinner is served.”

Smiling widely, I held out my hand for him. “I guess we do.”

As soon as we got onto the dancefloor, I tried to lead us in the direction of Hunter and Belinda, but Dylan was pretty strong and resisted so that we moved away from then.

“So,” he said. “You had any more thoughts about coming to visit me?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” I noticed Hunter watching me, so laughed real loud. “Hahahaha, I’m so busy.”

Dylan looked a little taken aback by it, but resolutely carried on dancing and by some stroke of luck changed direction.

“Well, maybe next time I come visit Aunt Delphine and Uncle Garth, I can take you on a date.”

Only Janice-Ann and Lynn-Ann, dancing together, were between us and Hunter and Belinda. I dropped my head right back and laughed uproariously. Dylan let out a shriek and jerked.

“Are you okay?’ he asked, frowning at me.

Hahahaha

“I’m perfectly fine. Tell me more about where you live.”

“It’s my turn to lead,” Janice-Ann protested above Florida Georgia Line’s Sittin’ Pretty.

“Ladies,” I said as we danced past them.

“Hey, honey,” Janice-Ann replied. “Lynn-Ann I’m leading, I told you.”

“You always lead. And I’m the eldest by ten whole minutes and you know that.”

When we danced past the sisters, Dylan looked over his shoulder at them. His momentary distraction gave me the opportunity to maneuver us next to Hunter and Belinda. As we did, Hunter’s eyes narrowed on me, so I felt behind me and moved Dylan’s hand closer to my butt.

“Okay,” Dylan exclaimed and arched both his brows in surprise.

I smiled and pushed closer to him but kept my eyes on Hunter and let out another laugh.

Hahahaha

As the song changed, Hunter dropped his hand actually onto Belinda’s butt and I couldn’t help but gasp. Belinda said something and it was Hunter’s turn to laugh. His was deep and loud and just a tad too long.

“Oh, Belinda,” I heard him say, a little too loudly. “You’re so funny.”

Funny! There was nothing funny about Belinda Jennings! Now me, I was damn hilarious.

“Dylan,” I said, leaning closer into him. “Did I tell you the joke about the horse who walked into a bar? The bartender says, hey and the horse replies, you read my mind.”

Dylan’s laugh was loud, not quite as loud as Hunter’s but good enough to make the guy I wanted to whip his head around.

“Oh, Dylan,” I sighed loudly. “Your laugh is so lovely.”

“Belinda, I have to say you’re looking beautiful tonight.” Hunter counteracted.

“Your hair looks lovely tonight, Dylan.”

I reached up and ran a hand down his shoulder length hair, which was far too girly for my liking.

“Huh.” Hunter scoffed and raked a hand through his silky dark hair, which was swept back from his handsome face.