Page 23 of Lunar Diamonds
He removed his hand. “Excuse me a moment.”
“Oh. I?—”
He disappeared into the sea of bodies.
Dammit. Talk about whiplash. I knocked back my drink, bristling with frustration.
“Who was that, darling?”
I turned to face Danny, Lee now on his arm.
Aw. So cute. “You’ve made up?”
Lee kissed his hubby on the cheek. “I’m such a bitch.”
“But you’re my…sugar plum.” Danny, being taller, kissed the love of his life on his tinseled crown.
I really, really wanted a slice of what they had.
“His name’s Drake,” I said.
“Handsome.”
“Yeah. And gone.” Cue another swig of rum.
“He’s not gone,” Danny countered. “He’s talking to a woman at the entrance.”
I spun, going on to tiptoes. “I can’t see him.”
“Over there, with the severe blonde bob. See? Wait. They’ve gone outside.”
I returned my heels to the ground. Why was I sulking? I didn’t know this man. He could talk to whoever he wanted, go wherever he liked.
So why did I feel like the rug had been yanked from under me?
Get. A. Grip.
I ordered another drink.
Lee added a pink umbrella to the glass, leaning forward to cup my chin. “Don’t fret about anything, you gorgeous boy.”
“What? I’m not fretting.”
“Disappointment causes wrinkles.” He tapped my nose. “Relax. If it’s right, it’s right.”
My forehead must be wrinkle central right now.“Am I that transparent?”
“Stars in your eyes,” Danny added.
Ugh. Yes, I was looking for love and craved romance. At the same time, I didn’t want to be easy to get.
Damn Drake.
Damn, beautiful Drake.
I straightened my spine, rising above the nonsense. “I’m not here for that. I’m here for you.” I pointed a finger at Lee. “What are we singing?”
We openedthe competition with a rowdy version of ‘Believe’ by Cher, spurred on by the giddying effects of the booze and thriving on the crowd’s cheers. I might not be a pop star, but I did have some nifty pipes. And so did Lee.
