you.”
“ I missed you, too.” An awkward moment passed as they both resisted the urge to hug. Daryl broke the tension by giving her a pointed nudge. “This is a hell of a place you have here,” he said, grinning. “I feel like I’m in one of those crazy music videos.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not normally this wild. I swear.”
He winked. “I’ll take your word for it. If you think we can pull it off without some psycho jamming a gun in my face again, I’d love to give the dance floor a go. Just for old time’s sake.”
Her shoulders shook w ith the memories of all the awkward school dances they’d shared, and she turned to search the deck again for Sebastian. He stood leaning against the wooden railing with Josh at his side. The tattered rim of his baseball cap shielded his eyes, but she could see the reluctant smile plying her lover’s lips. Josh’s expression wasn’t nearly as forgiving. His steely blue stare remained rooted on Daryl, tracking him intently.
“Your fiancé seems like an all right guy , Tay. I talked to him inside for a while. I still think the other one is slightly certifiable though. Just between me and you.”
The drink she’d just taken sprayed past her lips as she fought to hold in her laughter. “I used to think so, too, but Josh really isn’t so bad once you get to know him. He’s just super protective of Sebastian.”
“I admit I don’t know the guy all that well, but I definitely get the impression your fiancé can take care of himself. As for his partner…well…again, I’m going to have to take your word for it. I still think the guy is nuts.”
Taylor rolled her eyes and elbowed her friend. It was best to change the subject before one of Sebastian’s teammates overheard something they would both regret. “Shut up and dance with me, silly.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed in concentration beneath the bent rim of his baseball cap as he kept a close eye on Taylor and the dance floor. His gaze moved in a constant shift between her and his sister, making sure no one overstepped their bounds and touched the things they shouldn’t. He didn’t care much for the music, and most of the people grinding to it even less, but he reminded himself that today was about her and her enjoyment, not his. He owed her that much. Tipping his rum and Coke, he took a long swig. Just a few more hours and this unique brand of self-inflicted torture would come to a merciful end.
“You hanging in there okay, buddy?” Josh asked , clapping him on the back.
He shrugged. “I will be glad when this is over.”
“It must be killer being away from Taylor for so long. So close, yet so far away.”
He confronted his partner with a glare capable of stripping paint.
C racking a lopsided smirk, Josh lifted his hands. “Just saying,” he said. “You should go dance with her. She’d like that.”
Sebastian snorted. The ice cubes clinked in his glass as he swirled the liquid around and took another drink. “I’m not much of a dancer, and this type of music isn’t my thing. I’d look like a flopping fish in its death throes out there.”
Josh threw his head back with a loud laugh. “Now that I would pay to see. Seriously, Baas. It’s not that hard. If you can fuck, you can bang your body to these beats.”
“I’ll save it for the bedroom,” he stated dryly.
Seeking distraction, he searched for the girls. They’d migrated back together after the last song had ended. Daryl still lingered but maintained a respectable distance from Taylor’s gyrating rear end. A small smirk threatened. Perhaps he was a smart man after all. Sebastian watched his lover for a long moment, fighting the strong pull of desire as he watched her body bounce and sway. Maybe the music did have its merits. Perhaps later, he would pull his little minx into his study and demand a private show. His cock swelled with the prospect.
H e reluctantly tore his eyes away as the smell of potent