Chapter 33

Dwain slid his hand across Merrick’s chest, his eyes getting wide. He grinned at Grant. “Youare a lucky man.”

Merrick grabbed Dwain’s fingers and then squeezed. He moved close to Dwain’s ear. “Leave us alone or I will break these in a way that you’ll never paint again.”

Dwain let out a nervous laugh. The small group around them stepped aside, watching. “It’s fine.” Dwain pulled away from Merrick, waving his hands. “All’s well, keep dancing.”

Merrick turned for Grant, but he wasn’t there. “What?”

“What’s wrong?” Wyatt sounded like he was running.

Grant wasn’t close and no one was moving through the crowd. Where’d he go? “I can’t find Grant.”

“What?”

“He was right here.” Merrick moved past Dwain, who laughed. The little prick had been in on this. He should’ve decked him after all, but he didn’t have time now. No doubt Jordan had Grant, so where would she take him? Outside, or to someplace private with an escape?