Page 5 of Margo

Knox

That had gone better than he’d hoped, Knox thought as he watched the obligatory wedding traditions take place. They had their first dance, and then Baze and Luna cut the cake with Baze feeding a piece nicely to Luna and Luna smashing her piece in Baze’s face. Next, Baze’s friends Lacy and Alan made sweet and poignant toasts, followed by toasts from Mariah and Baze’s brother, Zane. The garter and bouquet were tossed, caught by Mariah and someone Knox didn’t recognize. Then more dancing. This time the songs were fast, with Luna, Baze and the other Littles doing the macarena, the electric slide and others. Knox wasn’t much of a dancer, so he sat and watched from a distance. Swaying with a pretty girl in his arms he could do, but when it came to anything more involved than that, he pretty much had two left feet.

The music came to a stop when all the dancers were panting and breathless, bent over with their hands on their knees.

The DJ cracked a few jokes, read off some well-wishes and congratulations to the happy couple, and then paused, looked out at the crowd, and grinned.

“At the bride’s request, before this evening comes to a close, I’m going to ask that everyone, every single one of you, come out to the dance floor and join us.”

Knox grimaced. If Luna was involved, this could not be anything good. As everyone around him rose to their feet and shuffled to the dance floor, he remained seated.

He thought he’d gotten away with it until Margo appeared in front of him, grabbing his hands and attempting to pull him to his feet.

He had a good sixty pounds and six inches on her and despite her best efforts, he remained butt in chair.

Giving up physical force, Margo changed methods and crossed her arms in front of her chest, puffing out her lower lip and batting her eyelashes at him.

“C’mon, Knox! Please… Luna wants everyone out there. That includes you.”

“Trust me. Everyone will be better off if I remain right where I am,” Knox quipped.

Margo rolled her eyes. “She said everyone! And I said please! Please, Knox, come dance with me?”

He softened. When she put it that way… for her he would do almost anything, including making a fool of himself on the dance floor. He stood and let her drag him to the dance floor. He immediately regretted his decision when the familiar sounds of the chicken dance song came bursting through the speakers.

“Oh come on, really?” He groaned and tried to make a run for it, but Margo blocked his path, and the rest of the Littles surrounded her.

“Be a good sport and do the chicken dance,” Margo demanded, wagging her finger at him. Her friends, all five of them, followed suit.

“You’re really not gonna give in on this are you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh fine.” Knox shook his head and bent his arms at the elbows tucking his hands into his armpits to form “wings” as the rest of them did the same and danced around him.

Margo giggled. “You make a funny-looking chicken.”

He looked over at her. “Yeah, well, this isn’t exactly how I pictured my night ending, making a fool out of myself doing the chicken dance.”

Margo cocked her head and gave him the side eye. “How did you picture your night ending?”

“With a certain dishonest Little over my knee getting her just deserts,” he answered, making reference to part of the deal they’d had for after the wedding.

She shouldn’t have been shocked by his answer, but she apparently was. She stopped dancing, her arms still tucked into wings and stared at him with her mouth open in a soft “O” of surprise.

“Who’s the chicken now?” he asked with a wink, before chicken-dancing away.

Margo

She stopped still and stared after Knox. Had he really just called her a chicken?

Once she stopped being shocked at his very un-Daddy-like behavior, she chased after him. It took her a while to find him as he’d disappeared into the crowd, which dispersed when the music stopped as the DJ called the night to an end, and everyone began to say their goodbyes and gather their things.

After being waylaid a ton of times, she finally found him outside the elevator bank in the casino, towing a rolling suitcase.

Grateful that Luna had them wear flats and not heels, she stormed up to him, and planted her hand on her hip.

“I am not a chicken!”