about him was infectious. He drew out the joy in people, and Quinn was quick to fall under his spell. When some song about a house party started blaring out of the speakers, everyone cheered and danced harder.
Quinn did what she never did, she shut off her mind and went with it. She closed her eyes and laughed, jumping and twirling like everyone else.
Who cared if she was thirty-nine and probably the oldest person in here? She was having fun.
A few seconds later, she found herself yanked against a hard chest. She opened her eyes to find Baby’s green ones staring down at her. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, his other hand captured one of hers and pulled it to his chest.
“I like seeing you smile,” he whispered in her ear. “I get the feeling you haven’t done it enough.”
She couldn’t help it, she smiled again. “Must be the cupcake.”
“Then we’ll have to get you one every single day.”
She didn’t answer. She slid an arm around his waist to hold him close as they swayed slowly while everyone else danced to the upbeat music around them.
Cupcakes weren’t part of her daily life, and neither was Baby.
But tonight, they were.
She danced. She wasn’t sure how long they were out on the dance floor. All she knew was she was having the best time she could remember in...
Ever.
Chapter Six
Baby had thought that Quinn eating the cupcake was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He might have been wrong.
Quinn on the dance floor, smiling and shaking her hips to the beat like she couldn’t quite help herself, was right up there with the cupcake.
Baby liked dancing. A dance floor was always filled with people having a good time—definitely true here tonight. But more, he was glad for the excuse to have Quinn close to him, to look into those brown eyes and dance slow every chance he got.
He knew when her buzz started to wear off a couple of hours later. She’d finished the Paloma between songs, but then he’d switched her to water without her noticing. He’d done enough fun drinking nights to know that the scale could tip quickly into not-so-fun territory if you weren’t careful.
Another reason you shouldn’t drink alone.
When he could tell she was getting self-conscious on the dance floor, he knew sober Quinn was starting to make an appearance.
He pulled her close for one last dance as the music slowed once again. She fit herself against him the way she had for the other songs. He slid his arm around her waist and closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her hair.
Just dancing and being with her was enough. Knowing that there wouldn’t be more tonight was okay too. He didn’t need sex. He liked the intimacy.
“I think it’s about time to get you home,” he said as the song neared its end. “I’ll drive you. I know you’re not feeling as tipsy, but you still can’t drive.”
“I was going to call an Uber.”
They did have Ubers out here, but hell if he was putting her in some stranger’s car.
“How about I’ll be your personal Uber driver tonight? I’ll grab one of the guys from town to make sure your car gets to you safe.”
In thirty minutes, she’d be sobered up enough to argue with him, but right now, she couldn’t quite find the words, so thankfully, she merely nodded.
He got her out to his truck and stood next to her as she stopped to study it.
Studying was her way, he was coming to realize. It seemed she liked time to process and understand things. He was similar in some ways. When it came to engines, mechanics, or building plans, he liked to immerse himself also.
But his truck wasn’t much to look at. He kept it more out of sentimental value than anything else. He’d bought it as his first vehicle in high school and had rebuilt the engine himself twice. His truck may not look like much, but it had quite a bit of talent under the hood.
“You okay?” he finally asked when she stood there staring for too long. Maybe he’d misjudged and the alcohol was making her feel sick.
“I’ve never ridden in a truck before. We had trucks in Cambridge, but my friends never drove one.”
There was so much he didn’t know about her. “What did your friends drive?”
She shrugged. “Mostly Mercedes, BMWs.”
He glanced around the parking lot. A car like that would be pretty noticeable in this