Page 47 of Reckless Storm
“Luke,” Amelia scolds, but I brush her off. This is how we roll.
“Actually, Lukey Boy, Ihaven’t. So I’m in. I just didn’t realize you were predictable and boring.”
“I’m not.” He pouts until Amelia laughs.
“Seriously, you two.” She blows out a raspberry but her lips twitch as she holds back her smile.
“You love it, Ace.” Luke kisses her cheek just as the noise level increases and the last of the guys file out, celebrating as they make their way through the halls.
“Are we going to the Westerly?” Keeley asks, wrapping her arm around my shoulder while I search for Reed again.
“I guess we are. You ready?”
“I sure am. Let’s go.”
Keeley laughs when I’m dipped back, my dance partner’s grip on me tightening as he pulls me up into his broad chest. “Smooth.” I giggle, letting the dark-eyed stranger spin me away before he reels me back in, his intense gaze never once leaving mine.
We’ve been dancing for the better part of an hour, and I’m having a blast.Maybe the Westerly isn’t so bad.
“So, you know the team?” he asks, his gaze bouncing around the various players littering the dance floor.
“I know some.” I shrug.
“Is one of them your man?”
An image of Reed comes to mind as I nibble my bottom lip, drawing my dance partner’s gaze. “Not tonight,” I tell him. “But I never say never.”
The guy, whose name I never bothered to catch, laughs, letting his head drop back before he shakes it to and fro. “Something tells me you keep men on their toes.”
“I’ve heard that a bit. But you’re doing okay.”
Another laugh rumbles from his lips and I smile at the sound, moving out of the way as someone walks past with a tray of drinks. On the dance floor. “Are you thirsty?” my dance partner asks, his eyes on the tray as it moves through the masses.
“I’m good for now. But you should get one.”
He nods as he takes off toward the bar, leaving me alone with hundreds of people surrounding me.
And it’s nice to have a break.
“Keeley,” I call out, waving my arms to get her attention over the loud music. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I motion toward the restrooms and she nods, making her way over.
“Want to get some air when you’re done?” she asks, her freckled hand fanning her face.
“God, yes.”It’s like she read my mind.“The garden?”
“Perfect. I’m dying here.” She shakes out her shirt next before tossing her long, auburn hair over her shoulder and releasing a sigh. “I bet they’re over capacity. There must be a couple of hundred people here tonight.”
“No doubt. The guys bring the crowds, that's for sure. I’ll be back.” I point in the direction of the bathrooms again and Keeley nods, turning to dance with one of the Storm’s cornerbacks, Miller, completely comfortable in his presence.
Though she’s always comfortable around the team, and not afraid to flirt. Acting the queen that she is, she made it clear from day one that she doesn’t mix business with pleasure, and for the most part, the players listened. Though these days, ifany of themdidn’tplay by the rules, they’d have her brother to deal with, and Easton’s not one to mess around. Not that they all know they’re related, since they still keep it mostly to themselves.
Squeezing my way through the sweaty masses on the dance floor, I stop short when I almost cut through a couple about to kiss, and duck in time, only to be pulled back in the opposite direction.
“Where are you going?” My dance partner fakes a pout, his strong grip curled around my wrist. “I thought we were having fun.”
“We were. But I desperately need a break. Go and enjoy yourself. I’ll be back on the dance floor before you know it.”
“What if I want to come?”
