Dancing with the Single Dad (The Single Dads of Seattle Book 2) by Whitley Cox

Author:Whitley Cox [Cox, Whitley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781989081181
Publisher: Whitley Cox
Published: 2019-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

“This was so nice,” Violet said, taking a sip of her wine and glancing out the window toward the water. They were right down on Pier 66, enjoying a lovely dinner of fresh-caught seafood and basking in the warmth of the low-hanging sun as it dropped behind Bainbridge Island. “How are your scallops?” She turned back to face her mother.

Decked out in a very stylish cream pants suit and enough bling to see from space, her mother picked at her food like a bird. “They’re good. A little overdone.”

Violet rolled her eyes. She highly doubted they were overdone. This place was expensive, and she’d never had a bad meal there in her life.

“Well, my halibut is incredible. Do you want a bite?”

Her mother shook her head, appearing to be lost in thought and staring out the window. “Why is that man waving at us?”

Violet’s head whipped around from where she’d been watching a group of seagulls fight over a sandwich to find Adam, of all people, standing on the other side of the window next to them. He was wearing a big smile, covered in sweat and waving.

Uh-oh.

“Who is that man?” her mother asked warily.

Violet’s smile was not nearly half as big as Adam’s. She waved back. He motioned that he was out for a run, waved goodbye, winked and then took off down the stairs.

“Who is that man?” her mother asked again. “And why did he wink at you?”

Violet took a sip of her wine. The waiter passed by. She flagged him.

“More wine, please,” she said, draining the glass. Looked like her mother was driving home.

The waiter nodded and took off with her empty wineglass.

“Violet?” her mother probed.

“He’s the father of a dancer at the school.”

“Why did he wink at you?”

She let out a long exhale. Where the hell was that waiter with her wine?

“Why. Did. He. Wink. At. You?”

“Because we’re sort of seeing each other,” she said quickly, diving into her halibut and putting her head down as if it was not only the most delicious thing she’d ever eaten, but also the most fascinating.

Her mother gasped, just like Violet knew she would. “You’re seeing someone?”

Violet cringed. She did not want to get into it right now. They’d been having a nice dinner, a nice time. And although the conversation had been minimal, it was good to see her mother out of the house and wearing something besides her pajamas.

“Kind of,” she finally replied. “We don’t really know what it is yet. He’s also my dance partner for the arts council performing arts exhibition in July.”

“You’re dancing with a new partner?” The disbelief and horror in her mother’s voice was enough to shame Violet into next week.

It would kill me to watch you dance with another man.

Once again, the memory of his words brought the world just a touch out of focus. Was she betraying him?

Her mother’s words brought her back to the now. “Did Jean-Phillipe mean nothing to you? He’s simply … replaceable?”

Finally, Violet lifted her head. Her jaw ached, her throat burned, and her eyes stung from fighting off the tears.

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