But before I could answer, Allie’s hand was on the small of my back, nudging me forward. “Go for it, Paige. You need all the practice you can get with the opposite s*x, and it’s not like you’re going to fall for Cannon!” She laughed, giving me another shove.
Forcing a smile, I placed my hand in Cannon’s and let him guide me onto the dance floor, where other couples were swaying to the soft jazz floating around us.
“Thought I’d save you,” Cannon said, his voice rich and silky near my ear.
My posture relaxed almost immediately. So that was what this was about. “Thank you.”
“She means well, you know.”
I nodded. That much was true.
While we danced, Cannon hummed along to the words of the Frank Sinatra song, moving and guiding me in sync with the music. I was starting to realize there wer
