“I love oldies!”
I’m still mesmerized by Cian’s movements but finally manage to tear my eyes away from him and look up at Heidi, Shelley and Trina, who are looking at the people dancing and all around the place. The girls take a seat except for Heidi, who’s probably the least uninhibited of all of us. She waltzes onto the dance floor and starts dancing with the rest of them, watching their footsteps and following. I’m amazed and awed by her ability to learn the steps so quickly.
“I’m going to go get us some beers,” Shelley calls out over the loudness of the music and chatter.
“Okay!” I yell. “I’m going to the restroom.”
I get up and walk around the dance floor, making my way to the restroom. My eyes are glued on the plastic encasement around the DJ booth, catching a blurry glimpse of the guy in there, curiosity taking me as I walk around it and then turn the corner. I walk directly into an open stall, the bathroom only occupied by a few girls standing at the sinks.
“He is so fucking HOT!” one girl speaks, excitedly.
“I wish he’d come outta that booth more often. Damn, he’s dreamy.” Another girl quickly follows.
I finish my business, walk out of the stall and over to the empty sink on the far left. I start washing my hands, trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s kinda hard not to when they’re being so openly loud.
“I think I’m in love.” The girl next to me closes her eyes and puts her hand over her heart. Dramatic much? I must say, it makes me that much more curious about the man in that booth.
A couple of hours and many songs later, Trina and Heidi are dancing with guys as Shelley and I finish our second pitcher of beer. “Oh, my God! This place is so much fun!” she yells over the music. I think I’m going to be feeling the beat, and I’m sure my ears will be ringing long after I leave here. “Isn’t it fun?” I’m a bit envious being that free around people and able to have fun without even thinking about anything.
I look over at her but my attention is quickly drawn to a full pitcher being placed in the center of the table. I look up and into the green eyes of Cian. Bright and staring straight into mine.
“You ladies looked parched,” he says never looking away from me. Parched? Who says that? Yet, along with his light red hair, he seems to have a hint of an Irish accent. His words flow from his lips, making it warmer in here, instantly.
“Oh. My. God! That was totally a blast!” Heidi laughs somewhat breathless. She grabs her cup of beer and takes a drink. We’d been watching Heidi line dance, for better part of an hour. Cian gave her “special” attention the entire time. Jealous? Maybe. I sit up straight as I watch Heidi grasp his arm, his eyes moving slowly from mine to hers. “Thank you, Cian, for showing me the dance steps.” I watch as she gives his arm a squeeze, her smile playful, yet sexy as she bats her eyes. I try not to roll mine.
“It was my pleasure,” he responds with a smile.
She looks at me, and I notice her hand is still on his arm. “Piper! You should really come try these line dances!”
“Oh, I don’t think…”
“Yes, Piper. You really should.” My eyes snap from Heidi to Cian when I hear my name sound from his lips. “I’d be happy to show you tonight, or maybe you’d be more comfortable joining my dance class here on Wednesday evening?” Dance class? I must be giving a strange look of confusion when Heidi jumps in.
“Yes, Cian…” she squeezes his bicep for affect, “will be teaching the line dances every Wednesday. I’ll be here.” She looks at him and smiles. Not obvious at all.
“I’d love it if you’d come, Piper.” He raises his brows and has a smoldering look in his eyes. I’d say that held a double meaning. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course he only means he wants me to join his dance class. Why in the hell would he mean anything different? I mean, this is me we’re talking about. I purse my lips, holding in my laugh.