Outside, the sidewalk was filled with the last of the crowd pouring out of the club.
“Oh, wow, I’d forgotten how nice oxygen feels.” Paul fanned himself. He was sweating. “Can’t believe you two got me to dance.” He gave Nolan an affectionate look. “You sure got moves for a bank teller.”
Jimmy couldn’t believe his luck. On the dance floor, Nolan had stayed close to him, never slipping out of his hands. Guys had tried to cut in, but Nolan hadn’t let anyone come between them.
“Actually,” Nolan said, reaching for Jimmy’s hand and holding it tight, “I’m a dancer. I mean—I’m starting at Montreal’s Dance Academy in the fall. That’s why I moved here. I was accepted…” He grinned. “I got in this time. It was my second audition. And I got in!”
Jimmy understood the dedication it must have taken No
