Page 62 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

Though the dance was only a minute and thirty seconds, by the end I was sweating. And it wasn’t because of my curves or a lack of stamina.

Oh no.

It had everything to do with the two guys in the front row and the pair of eyes that I couldn’t seem to stop meeting even as I’d been dancing with Tim. Surprisingly, those eyes hadn’t belonged to Kyle. The applause was deafening as we came out of our final dip, so we must’ve done a decent job. But if you’d asked me what’d happened in those 90 seconds, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you a thing.

After we finished, some of the residents got up to dance while others remained seated just enjoying the music, and Kyle came over and grabbed me up in a hug.

“Holy wow, Sadie,” Kyle said. “Why didn’t you ever let me see you dance? That was awesome!”

The relief I felt almost brought me to my knees. “Really? You liked it?”

“Are you crazy?” he said, taking a step back. “You were incredible!”

“You have no idea how much that means to me, Kyle. Thank you,” I said as Colton joined us. For some reason I couldn’t explain, I wanted to hear his opinion—even if it scared the crap out of me. “What about you, Colton? You said ballroom couldn’t be sexy. Do you still think that, or did we change your mind?”

Colton shook his head, and I braced myself.

“I stand corrected,” he said and met my eyes. “You were amazing.”

“Thanks,” I said unable to look away, my heart skipping for some reason. What the heck was that about?

“You were good, too, Big Tim,” Colton added.

Tim did a little bow. “Why thank you.”

“Man, I wish I could do that,” Kyle said. “You know, when we were younger, my mom put Colton and me in dance class for a few years.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “What? I never knew that!”

“That’s because we promised never to speak of it again,” Colton muttered. “Seriously, what the hell, Kyle?”

“What kind of dancing was it?” I asked still stunned.

“Ballet and tap,” Kyle said and shoved his hands into his pockets, ignoring Colton’s glare. “This was before I even knew you, Sadie. We did it from kindergarten to fourth. I was decent, but Colton was actually pretty good.”

My eyes shot to Colton. “Youtook ballet?”

“And I hated every second,” Colton said.

“Aw, come on, you were good,” Kyle said.

“I still hated it. Are we done talking about this?”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe you took ballet. And tap! I’m having a hard time picturing it.”

“Don’t,” Colton said. “Stop trying to picture it right now. That’s an official order as your coach.”

Eyes closed, I held up a hand. “Wait, wait, I almost have it—”

“Sadie,” Colton practically growled. This was too much fun.

“He was good,” Kyle said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “The girls were too scared to talk to him, though, because he looked miserable. So, they talked to me instead. I think most of them had a crush on one or both of us.”

I could picture it so clearly. Kyle, loving it, drinking up all the attention, and Colton, grumpy as all get out, waiting for it to be over.

“Miss Patricia used to always say, ‘You Bishop boys both have rhythm, but Colton is a natural.’”

At Colton’s sigh, I opened my eyes. “Thanks,” I said. “I have the perfect mental image now. But honestly, Colton, I don’t see what you’re so embarrassed about. Dance is awesome.”

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