“I actually was just about to leave but…”
“One dance… and then I can get her to leave with me. It would be doing me a huge favor since I have to work tomorrow and am ready to get out of here.” She smiled, showing her polished teeth. She slightly puckered her lips as she bit the inside of her cheek. She wasn't liking this in the least.
I, on the other hand, was loving it. Not exactly sure why, but I was. In fact, this was going to make my night.
Emma had already walked around to Cash and he walked with her, making their way to the dance floor.
“Sure, I’ll dance with you… let the torture begin.” I laughed and she shook her head with a grin.
Breigh looked up at me, showing our height difference. Her head came to my shoulders. She was ready to explode.
She put out her hand and I took it with a cocky smile. She had a slight tremble, but I wasn't going to call her out on it. Breigh seemed miserable and although I should take pity, she was a beautiful woman asking me to dance.
I was going to enjoy every minute.
Three songs later, I knew Breigh was special. I quietly hummed the words to the songs we danced to thinking of how I would remember this time with her. Not only was her scent keeping me in a trance, holding her close to my body was the best thing I had felt in a very long time. She fit perfectly in my arms and we moved together to the music, fast or slow, in perfect unison.
Not one time did she pull away. She stayed tucked in my arms, moving with my body as I led her. When we met eye to eye she didn't turn away and acted as if she trusted me, a feeling I didn't take lightly. I had never held a woman who didn't pull away from me at some time or the other.
Her breathing at first was rapid and almost panicked, but now had transitioned to slow and steady.
“I thought you had to leave after one dance?” I asked her, as she leaned on my right shoulder at peace.
Her blue eyes looked up at me and she smirked. “I thought you had to leave after one dance?”
We stopped swaying to the music and froze. People were dancing around us on the dance floor as if we didn’t exist.
“I don’t have anywhere to be,” she said, and laid her head back down on my shoulder.
I smiled, fully aware she couldn't see me, and took the chance to take in the scent on her hair.
Her blonde hair smelled like suntan lotion, a smell I knew well through my summers growing up, coconut and a mixture of flowers. A smell, I could definitely get used to smelling other than in the summer. She smelled like an angel.
“You gave the chick a kiss on the forehead? What, are you her uncle?” Cash splurged out, almost spitting his drink everywhere.
“We walked out at the same time and I walked her to her car. What did you expect me to do? Throw her on her car and start ripping her clothes off?”
“No, douchebag. I expected you to actually take her home… actually… not your dump… take her to her place or a hotel or something acceptable.”
“That is not what I want right now. I don't have the time or patience to…”
“You’re a wimp, man. You have gotten your heartbroken and cheated on and want to blame that on every woman. Get the hell over it and man up.”
“Cash, I’m not you… I’m not Dad… I live my life a certain way, which is why I moved to get away from y’all. I do my own thing… always have.”
“You’ve walked away from something that you really have no…”
“I’m not asking your opinion. I don't want it nor do I give a crap about it. One, I love my job. I’m not going to live off the Galloway name, and two, what I have been through with women has nothing to do with you. Except for April, that is. You don't have a clue what it is like to really love someone and have them tear your heart out. Thanks for that, by the way. I have to find someone who has a reason for being in my life. And until that happens, I have no interest in someone who just wants to take up my time.”
“You know, Wyatt, we could not be more different. And you are welcome about April. I did you a favor. I’d kill myself if I had to listen to myself say the trash you say. But whatever, you do whatever you want to do. I couldn't care less. You are only hurting yourself, and the way I see it, the less you want; the more I get…”
I rolled my eyes… my brother was exactly like my father. And I couldn't be more thankful I was nothing like them.
“But for the woman… Breigh… the hot item you could have had tonight… that is a real unfortunate situation. You need to stop thinking so much, Bro, or your life is going to be nothin’ but a headache. Stop looking for ‘a reason’ and just have fun. It won’t kill you… I promise.”
“What about the girl you were with? You’re standing here with me instead of taking her home.”
“By choice, I needed to talk to you…besides I have enough girls to juggle.”
Finally, now he’s going to tell me what he wanted. He thought about himself first, always and foremost.
I took another sip of my drink. “I would have liked to have had this conversation a couple hours ago.”
“I think Mom is going to leave Dad,” he finally said.
“She
