Page 81 of Finding Us

“See what? Your dance moves?”

“Yeah. Sure you can handle it?”

I laugh. “I can handle it. Go ahead.”

He starts dancing like people do at clubs. At first it’s funny, but then I see that he’s really good. Sean and Harper are dancing next to him and they’re good, too. I just stand there in shock. How did I not know this about my three best friends? Garret grabs me to join him but I don’t know what to do so I just try to copy Harper. I’m having so much fun I don’t really care if I look stupid. Luckily, Lilly comes over and starts flailing her arms and jumping around in circles, which makes my horrible dancing look a little less ridiculous.

We take a break and Garret whispers something to Harper. She nods and goes over to the DJ.

“What are you up to?” I ask as he hands me some sparkling water.

“You’ll see.” He takes a drink of his own sparkling water.

The dance floor is empty except for Harper, who’s standing right in the middle. And then some music starts. It sounds like a waltz. Garret goes over to Harper and the two of them begin moving across the dance floor, like they actually know how to do this. I sit there, mesmerized by their fluid movement.

Sean’s sitting next to me. I nudge him. “Were they practicing this for the wedding?”

“Not that I know of. But I remember Harper telling me she took a lot of dance classes growing up.”

“She took ballroom dance lessons as a kid?”

He shrugs. “I guess.”

“When did Garret learn this?”

Sean laughs. “He’syourhusband. Shouldn’t you know the answer to that?”

“Apparently he has hidden talents.”

Ryan sneaks behind me, bending down to talk. “Did you know he could do that?”

“No. I didn’t.”

“He’s pretty good.” Ryan walks off.

I watch as Garret circles Harper around, his feet never faltering.

“Damn, my girl is freaking awesome,” Sean says.

I’m not even watching Harper. My gaze is fixed on Garret. I’m almost jealous of Harper, being swept across the dance floor by him. I wish I knew how to dance like that soIcould be the one in his arms.

When the dance ends, he comes and sits next to me, dropping a kiss on my lips. “You believe me now?”

I lean over to talk in his ear. “That was totally hot. We need to hurry up with this party so I can take you home.”

He turns his head to kiss me. “We’re not going home, remember?”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. And don’t keep asking because I won’t tell you.”

“So where did you learn to dance like that?”

“I was forced to take ballroom dance lessons. Everyone I grew up with had to. It was even a required class at my prep school.”

“Why?”

“Because you have to dance like that at parties and other social events.”

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