The night had been a flourish of activity. Technically Cadmus had all but told her to stay home and babysit Fawn, but in the end she hadn’t been able to resist attending his celebration. When she’d entered there were catcalls from all the men who weren’t related to her, but most of them ended at that; after all, with seven brothers, who would risk even dancing with her?
That’s what she’d thought, at least, until she looked up and suddenly she wasn’t dancing alone.
‘Hi!’ Pierette shouted over the music. ‘Bryce, isn’t it?’
‘That’s me!’ Bryce shouted back.
‘Dahlia’s husband? Fawn’s told me all about you!’
‘Yeah,’ he said unenthusiastically. ‘Sorry for cutting in like this, I just thought you looked a little lonely dancing here all by yourself.’
Pierette smiled stupidly.
Hours passed. At first, Pierette didn’t want to believe that Bryce was really interested in her. For one thing, he was married, and second, she was afraid it would turn out like it had in high school with one too many boys. But Bryce didn’t seem like Ethan. She eventually decided that she should test her theories just as the alcohol was in full swing and she could hear her brothers hoarding around in the other room. While they were distracted, she gently took Bryce by the hand and led him back to the spot where they’d first started dancing.
‘Bryce…you do realize I’m not a Supernatural, right?’ she asked.
‘Why should that matter?’ Bryce questioned. ‘That doesn’t make you any less beautiful.’
She giggled. No, this could not be happening. She could not be falling for a married man.
‘Do you want to get out of here?’ Bryce smiled sweetly.
‘Huh? Um…what about Dahlia?’
He sighed. ‘Look…the thing between me and Dahlia…it’s not working out.’
‘It isn’t? Fawn hasn’t said anything…’
‘She doesn’t know. Behind closed doors, we fight all the time, and there’s just…lots of things wrong. I just can’t stop staring at you, forgive me. So…do you want to get some air?’
‘But my brothers – .’
‘They’re busy with the dancers,’ said Bryce. ‘Besides, you’re a grown woman. You can make your own decisions.’
He squeezed her hand tightly.
‘What do you say?’