Brady stopped and they broke apart. “Darrin?”
Darrin ignored Brady, eyes on Rose. “May I cut in?”
Rose glared at him, “where’s your date?”
“Doesn’t feel well.”
She could see Brady looking over at Charlotte. She knew Brady always knew where Charlotte was. If anything, she didn’t look sick, she just looked angry.
“I’m sure you can find someone else to dance with,” she turned to walk away with Brady, but Darrin was faster.
“Brady, a moment, please?” He kept his eyes on her narrowed ones.
Behind her, she heard Brady hesitate, “Rose, you okay?”
“Just fine, I’m not afraid of him. I’ll find you after.”
She glared at Darrin, trying to pull her hand out of his. She hated the way her entire form lit up like fireworks when he touched her. Darrin was a jerk. A huge
