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“Yep. You still owe me.”
Callum huffs out what could be interpreted as a laugh before he follows me toward the bar, and I make it all the way to the other side of the room before I glance back, my eyes locking with Sal’s as he chats with Camilla.
It’s Easton’s wedding. It’s Easton’s wedding. It’s Easton’s wedding.
It’s not appropriate to cause a scene.
No matter how much I want to.
Chapter Thirty-Five
KEELEY
After spending time catching up with Callum, I make my way around the room, mingling with family and laughing with friends. The more I distract myself—by actually enjoying the night like I normally would—the easier it is to push Sal from my mind.
At one point during the evening, Camilla taps her glass in an attempt to call for a speech, but Paige is quick to wave her off, reminding her that they want to keep things casual.
Around nine p.m., the lights soften in the grand room and the mood instantly changes. Guests relax, the vibe shifts from a wedding to a party, and the music changes to match.
Bodies drift toward the dance floor and the bar, while for the first time since leaving the ceremony, even Easton looks comfortable.
Hayley rushes over when the DJ plays a country song, and I preemptively laugh when Reed follows behind her.
“You have to see Reed boot scoot,” she tells me.
“Boot scoot?” I mouth to Reed and he jokingly rolls his eyes.
“I already told Hayley, I’m happy to dance with her but I’m notboot scooting. That’s something between her and me.”
“Right.” I raise my hands. “Best you keep that between the two of you. I think we should dancewithoutany practiced moves.”
“Ugh, fine,” Hayley huffs, while her smile lights up her face. “Let’s get this party started.”
Paige, Amelia, and Blair join us on the dance floor, along with Luke and Zane. Zane reluctantly, but that man would do anything for Blair, even if that means shaking his ass while his friends give him shit.
For the next hour, I light up the dance floor, and while I can’t see Sal—which is a good thing—I can feel his presence. The stronger it gets, the more I throw myself into the music, letting the beat consume me, taking me away from the situation I’m in.
I’m a hot mess when Paige beckons Easton over for what must be the tenth time tonight, and when he shakes his head again, I laugh loudly, taking over the fight.
“I have an idea,” I tell Paige, before heading over to Mom and Isaac, calling in reinforcements.
“Isaac, sweetie. Do you think you could do me a favor?”
Isaac stares at me puzzled until my smile widens and I raise my eyebrows enthusiastically. Mom eyes me suspiciously and I have to say, her look is warranted.
“What do you say you help me get your dad on the dance floor? Your mom would love to dance with him.”
Isaac’s eyes light up at the mention of Paige and he nods, rushing off toward Easton.
“That’s playing dirty, don’t you think?” Mom purses her lips but she fails to hide the smile threatening to come through.
“It’s his wedding day and he’s refusing to dance with his wife.”
“They danced.”
“They swayed for about thirty seconds.”
“It’s not his thing.”
