Page 65 of The Score

She laughs.

I sigh. "That's what Pen says. We'll leave soon, then."

"Why, I'm sure you're getting antsy." Dom gives me a shit eating grin.

I raise an eyebrow. "You're welcome to think I'm boring and I'm just tired."

A venue employee waits to guide us to the house. I gaze at Pen, dancing with both her parents this time. Our wedding planner whispers in her ear, and she hugs her dancing partners. She walks toward me and waves at our guests, pretending she's not hearing any of the jokes, either.

When she gets to me, I take her hand, guide her to a twirl, and I wink at our friends for effect.

Pen laughs.

I take her hand, bow to our guests, and walk with her toward the house.

I steal a glance at her. She's happy. Her hairdo is only slightly looser than at the start of the day, with a few tendrils falling gently around her face. The cut of her dress brings one's attention to her neck, her face, and her smile. Even to that peek of skin at her waist.

"Stop looking at me like that," she says.

I gaze down at her. She looks back at me with a mix of humor and blame and, if I'm finally reading this right, a hint of embarrassment.

For what? I don't know, but I won't ask tonight.

"I don't think I will," I whisper instead.

I don't think I can.

Not tonight.

But I'll be better about putting my feelings away once the sun comes out again.