Dance with Me by Georgia Beers

Author:Georgia Beers [Beers, Georgia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2023-04-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Saturday’s weather is gorgeous. Stunning. Sunny all day long. About seventy-five degrees. Just absolutely perfect early summer weather.

People might complain about being inside on a weekend day when it’s so nice out, but honestly, I’ve worked in a salon for many years now, and I don’t even consider Saturday part of the weekend anymore. My weekend is Sunday and Monday, so I’m not upset to be cooped up on a gorgeous day.

That being said, it’s also my date day, and that makes me not want to be here. While I’m very aware that chatting along with my clients often makes the day go by faster—the one exception being if I have somebody in my chair who insists on talking politics and their politics are the opposite of mine—I’m being kind of quiet today, doing more nodding than participating.

“What’s going on with you?” Bash asks me after my fourth client heads out the door.

“What?”

He waves a finger up and down in front of me. “You’re being weird. What’s going on?”

I haven’t told him about Marisa, and I’m still not sure I should, but I also know he’ll bug me all day until I can’t take it anymore and I crack, so it’s probably better to just come clean.

“Okay. Fine. It’s possible I…have a date tonight.”

“What?” he says. Loudly.

I look around quickly, then make a face at him. “Shh. Seriously. I don’t need the whole place to know.”

“I can’t believe you’re just telling me this now. I’m hurt.” He pouts. I laugh.

“Stop that. You are not.”

“Tell me,” he orders, and since we both have empty chairs for the next few moments, I figure I might as well.

I spill the details. All about the dance lesson last week and the competition and running into Marisa at the bar last night and how we ended up talking, just the two of us for a bit, and how she asked me to drinks or ice cream tonight.

He stares at me as I talk, clearly rapt with attention, and the more I say, the farther open his mouth falls until he’s completely slack-jawed by the time I finish. “Holy shit,” he says quietly. Then he repeats himself. “Holy shit.”

“I know, right?”

“Going for ice cream is just the cutest date thing. It’s like…rom-commy. What are you going to wear?” The question takes me by surprise, and I glance down at my jeans and simple top. When I bring my gaze back up, Bash is shaking his head. “No. Just no.”

“I agree with Bash,” Demi says from her chair, and now I know that she’s been listening as well. “Plus, you’re gonna have little hairs all over you. Come on.”

Well. So much for not getting all nervous about tonight.

“Jeans are fine,” Demi says, and Bash nods his agreement. “But maybe cropped ones. And wear that cute light blue plaid sleeveless button-down you have.”

“Yes,” Bash says, agreement clear in his voice. “That’s perfect. But put a white tank on under it and then leave it unbuttoned.”

“Oh, good call,” Demi says.

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