The song ended, but the electricity lingered between Callie and Blake. He leaned in slightly, his lips close to her ear. "Walk with me outside? It's been too long since we caught up."
Callie hesitated, her heart still racing from their dance. But before she could respond, an arm shot out, blocking her path.
A strong, firm grip. Familiar.
She turned her gaze, only to find herself staring into Dave Howard's intense, stormy eyes. There was something sharp in them—something unreadable, yet undeniably angry.
"She's busy," Dave said, his voice controlled but laced with something that made Callie's breath hitch.
Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but not backing down. "Didn't realize she had a schedule tonight."
Callie blinked, caught between the two men, the tension thick enough to cut through. She wasn't sure what bothered her more—Dave's sudden interference or the way her pulse reacted to it.
"I can decide for myself," she finally said, stepping back slightly. "Blake, let's go."
Dave's jaw tensed, his fingers flexing at his sides, but he said nothing. He just watched as Blake led her toward the exit, his gaze burning into her back.
And for some reason, as much as she wanted to focus on Blake, she could still feel the weight of Dave's stare—heavy, consuming, and impossible to ignore.