7
BLAIRE
Honey held up my phone. “All set. Ready when you are.”
Nate King stood at my side, looking as scrumptious as ever. He’d come back from New York City yesterday and driven straight into town. Before he’d left, we’d agreed to film this dance sequence together. It was a newer trend, where you walked down the middle of the street, performing this specific dance number. Soccer and track were more my forte, but apparently, I didn’t have to be a great dancer to do this kind of dancing. My followers didn’t seem to care. And they cared even less when a hunk was dancing next to me.
“You ready?” Nate asked with a wink.
He had on dark jeans, a gray T-shirt, and sneakers. I’d changed out of my everyday workout kit and into a complementary outfit—jean shorts, a gray crop top, and matching k
