Beau
“Oh my...” Zoe trailed off, and I had to force myself to look away from him.
“What?”
“You’re screwed. See you tomorrow.”
“I’m not - ”
“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll handle these two.” Tilting her head to the side, she pursed her lips. “Not that she’d notice anything outside of her perfect bubble.” There was a touch of irritation in her voice, but her smile never wavered. “Have fun, Beau, and call me when you...shit, he’s coming over!”
Fight or flight kicked in, and I was out of my seat and heading toward the bathroom within seconds. Could just barely make out Zoe’s cackle as I pushed through the bodies taking up the dance floor.
I could feel him right behind me.
Chasing me across the bar - through the throng of people dancing in time to the sensual beat of salsa.