Page 61 of The Dance
“That makes sense.”
The waiter placed our coffees in front of us, and after we ordered, Stacey asked, “Do you date SBs?”
I grumbled a small laugh. “Of course.”
“Really?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?”
“It’s not, but you’re not looking to settle down?”
“Are you offering?” I smirked.
Stacey’s cheeks flushed. “No, not offering. I don’t think I’ll ever get married.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Just a feeling, I guess.”
“You’re young. Maybe once you meet the right guy, you’ll change your mind.”
“Maybe, but I want to be on tour until I can’t dance anymore. Not sure how that will go with long-term relationships.”
“Is that why you’re single?”
She took a sip of coffee. “Well, that and because I like getting paid a lot of money.”
I grinned. “Touché.”
She took another sip of her drink, and then she slowly smiled. “Wait. Did you ask me to go to the New Year’s Eve party so you wouldn’t have to pay for a date?”
I grunted a laugh and grabbed my chest as though she’d hurt my heart. “That wasn’t the reason.”
“What was the reason then?”
I debated for a few seconds whether I should tell her the truth. I leaned forward, running my finger along the rim of my mug. “I hadn’t had a chance to book a date yet, and when we ran into each other, it was on my mind, so I extended the invite.”
“I’m glad you did. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Yeah?”
The waiter placed our breakfast in front of us, and after asking if we needed anything else, he left.
“Who doesn’t love a good party?”
“I’m looking forward to seeing your dance moves again.” I winked, then took a bite of crispy bacon.
“Again?”
“Well, I’m sure it’s different than when you were a cheerleader and shaking your ass for the entire football team.”
“I never saw you at any games.”
I lifted a shoulder. “I wasn’t noticeable in high school.”
Stacey gave me a sad smile. “I’m sorry. I know I was a bitch.”
“Wasn’t just you.”
