Page 65 of Fool for You
“Show me your moves.” She smiled, stopping us once we reached the middle of the dance floor, forcing me to stand next to her as the entire place started dancing in sync. I knew all the steps by heart—you don’t grow up in Alpine Ridge and not learnthis dance, so as my feet moved on their own, I watched Quinn the entire time, and fell a little harder.
We danced, we drank, we talked and laughed, we played a game of darts—which I let her win—then right before last call, Quinn linked her arm in mine, and we made our way back to the hotel. The topics of Reno, my fight, or her mom not coming up a single time, making the statement Quinn had said hours prior that no bad news could kill this high a fact. And this time, on the walk back, I draped my flannel across her shoulders. I walked her to her door, not even worrying that she had my shirt, and stood in the hall as she stepped inside. We said a soft goodnight, the air heavy between us, and I turned—my room just down the hall, yet too far away.
“Hey, Wyatt.”
I turned, seeing her head poking from her door. I raised my brow in question.
“I really am sorry about Reno, but…you’ll still come with me, right? I’m there for six of the ten days, and I’d really love you to—”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Her eyes smiled. “Night, Hartwell.”
“Sleep well, Compton.”
Twenty-One
Quinn
Dad
Have you seen your standings?
Me
Not done yet, Dad, keep watching.
Dad
Third! And it’s only May.
Mom
Where will you be this weekend?
Me
Home.
Mom
The girls and I are headed to Utah.
Dad
You’re not heading to St. George this weekend? Big rodeo there…
Me
I’m in my friend’s wedding in a few weeks, and we need to pick up our dresses, no rodeos. It won’t hurt my standings, I’m sure. I have a lot of bigger rodeos coming up, so I’m not worried. Told ya, Dad, keep watching.
Mom
Kelly is carrying the flags in St. George, Quinn.
Me
That’s great, Mom.
