Page 56 of Nights at Seaside
“Everything from ballet to tap and hip-hop. I perform with all the local theaters.”
“I did a ton of theater with local groups in New York when I was in college.” Sky smiled at Sawyer. “We should go watch her dance sometime.”
“I’ve been watching Jana dance since she was a kid. Sounds good to me.”
They talked a little about Jana’s dancing and Harper’s script writing, which Brock teased her about, saying she was writing porn, because the sitcom she was writing was for cable and apparently very racy.
“I don’t even want to hearHarperandpornin the same sentence, please,” Sawyer said with a grimace.
Harper rolled her eyes.
“Did you put our name up?” Brock asked Sawyer.
“No. We just got here,” Sawyer answered.
“Name up?” Sky asked as Brock headed up to the stage.
“You’ll see,” Sawyer said.
“Ooooh! We’re being secretive tonight. I like that,” Jana said. “How long have you two been dating?”
“Just a few days,” Sky answered, feeling like it had been much longer. “I heard him play the guitar, and the next day he came in for a tattoo.”
Harper, who had been busy eyeing a guy across the dance floor, turned serious eyes to Sawyer. “Another tattoo, Sawyer? Is your father doing okay?”
“Yeah, he’s doing pretty well.”
Worry filled Harper’s gaze, and Sky noticed Sawyer shifting his eyes away.
Colton brought their drinks and set a pitcher of beer down on the table.
Roach filled the glasses and pushed one to Harper and another to Jana and Brock. His dark eyes weren’t filled with fire the way they had been in the gym, and his shoulders weren’t riding just beneath his ears, as if he held all the world’s tension in them. He could have just as easily been a bouncer or a weight lifter as a boxer.
“Surprised to see us tonight?” Roach asked.
“Sort of,” Sky admitted. “But it’s nice to see you again. And to meet Harper and Jana.”
“A toast.” Sawyer held up his glass, his eyes trained on Sky. “To the mystery of the moment.”
“Come on, Songbird.” Roach shook his head. “Don’t you ever say anything normal?”
“You’re just jealous because everything he says sounds like it’s spun from gold.” Jana tapped the table in front of Sky. “You’re a lucky woman, Sky.”
“Yeah,” she said in a breathy voice that took her by surprise. “I am.”
Sawyer slid his hand to the nape of her neck and pressed his lips to hers.
“Get a room,” Roach teased.
“Jealous?” Sawyer growled as he pressed his lips to Sky’s again.
Sky loved the way the guys teased each other. It reminded her of the guys at Seaside and made her feel even more comfortable.
Colton walked by the table again on his way to the dance floor, grabbed a microphone from the stage and tapped it, gaining the attention of the customers.
“Welcome to Undercover. We’ve got a fun evening planned for y’all tonight.”
“You bet you do,” Brock hollered.
