Her eyes widen, and Scout gives her a smug look.
With a groan, she stands and hugs our former boss. “Miles, I’m so glad you made it. Did you just get in town? Have some sushi. There’s plenty.”
“We have to dance.” Scout is on his feet, catching her hand. “Miles played this song just for you, Tink.”
“Miles has impeccable timing,” I mutter to Joselyn.
She snorts a laugh, covering her mouth. “I don’t know why Daisy hates this song so much. It’s not that bad.”
“It’s that bad.”
“What’s funny is the way she gets so bent out of shape about it.” Her voice is so light, compared to how she was in Columbia. I can’t resist.
“Want to dance?”
She leans back like she’s stunned, but her eyebrows rise with a nod. “Sure.”
Taking her hand, I lead her to the floor, ignoring the surge in my chest, the fact of how much I’ve wanted to hold her in my arms again.
Moving through the press of dancers, she puts a hand on my waist. Her cheek is at my shoulder, and I hold her other hand close.
Her body is soft against mine, soft breasts against the hardness of my chest. It’s a tantalizing memory of how our bodies feel bare against each other’s, how gorgeous her tits are, how she sounds coming on my mouth.
She’s not wearing heels, so the top of her head is right under my nose. I only have to tilt my chin down to inhale creamy magnolia…
She weakens my defenses, but my instinct pushes back. Clearing my throat, I refocus. “You seem to make a habit of flirting with married men.”
Her body stiffens. “I’m sorry? What did you just say?”
“Yesterday it was John. Today, it’s Scout…”
She tries to pull away, but I tighten my hold. Her nose is slightly upturned, and her blue eyes flash in the yellow lights.
“I’m not flirting with married men.” Her teeth are gritted, and fuck me, her feistiness makes me hard.
“That’s not how it appears.”
We move side to side in silence, and I think I have her until her lips relax into a smile. Her wicked sass emerges. “I see,” she nods. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealousy is never a good look on anyone. You won’t see it on me. I just think as someone who has experienced the pain of infidelity, you wouldn’t want to inflict it on others.”
The fire is back in her eyes. “You are such an ass—”
“Yes, I’ve been told.”
“For your information, Scout and I grew up together. He’s like a brother to me. I introduced him to Daisy when we were in high school, because they’re perfect for each other. I practically shoved them into each other’s arms. I have no interest in him romantically.”
“Or JR?” I don’t like that guy. He’s an asshole just like me, and she’s drawn to him—just like she is to me.
“I stopped crushing on JR years ago.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.”
Her eyes narrow, then she looks away. “When he got married, those feelings went away. I’m not a cheater. I never have been. I’m honest, and I respect other people’s feelings.”