in love with her?” Nate asked in a conversational tone.
That captured Glen’s attention big time. He turned, ready to deny everything, but Nate studied him with his steady, see-all eyes.
Glen sighed, scratching a hand down his jaw. He’d forgotten to shave—again. Forgotten a lot of things, apparently, the most important being, don’t fall in love with Savannah. “No. She doesn’t know.”
The music had changed to an old Journey hit, and now the kids jumped in unison, shouting, “Don’t stop, believing,” loud enough to blast the roof off.
“You don’t think she feels the same?”
Glen shot Nate an are you really that thick look. “I haven’t asked her, if that’s what you’re getting at. Seems a little premature, when I’ve only known her for a few weeks.”
“You’ve known her a lot longer than that.”
“Yeah, well.” He wouldn’t admit he’d probably been in love with Savannah since the first time he’d seen her all those years ago. “I have no idea what she’s thinking half the time. She’s an actress, and a bloody good one, as we’ve just seen.” Glen waved a hand toward the barn.
“Then ask yourself if you’ve seen the real Sav behind the actress. I’ve faith that you’re not as stupid as you look. And I’ll tell you one thing”—Nate nailed Glen with a stare—“her feelings for you won’t be an act, so tread carefully.”
Glen should’ve been pissed that Nate assumed he’d hurt Sav, but instead, his heartbeat quickened. “Think she has feelings for me?”
Nate pulled a face and bumped Glen’s arm, nearly knocking him off the bench. “What are we? Still in high school? Ask her yourself, man.”
***
Savannah twirled with Drew in her arms, joining in with the boy’s contagious giggles.
She lowered him to the floor, groaning. “Next time you can pick me up for a dance, okay?”
“Or Daddy could,” said Drew. “He’s outside with Glen.”
Savannah’s gaze shot to the open door and the shadows beyond. Sure enough, Nate and Glen sat on the bench, their heads angled together in deep discussion.
“I think they should join the dance party, don’t you?” She took Drew’s hand. “Let’s go and make your dad and Glen get their groove on.”
“Yeah!” Drew towed them both across the floor.
Nate swiveled toward her, moments later followed by Glen. Arrogant to assume they’d been talking about her? One look at Glen’s laser-like focus and the wry twist of his mouth told her she was right.
Drew let go of her hand and pounced. “Come on, Daddy!” He pounded Nate’s knee with a little fist. “You can dance with me, and Glen can dance with Savannah.”
Drew shot a glance over his shoulder, and wouldn’t you know it? The little imp had a gleam in his eyes. Huh. Savannah fisted her hands on her hips. Their feelings for each other were that obvious that even a five-year-old had spotted her I’m-crushing-on-Glen vibes?
And if Drew could spot it… Nate gave her a sleepy-smug smile. Yeah, Big Cousin was no fool, either.
“How about it, Glen?” She held out a hand. “Gonna show me more of your fancy footwork?”
He slipped his hand in hers, his big palm almost engulfing her smaller hand, the quick stroke of his finger along her inner wrist shooting sparks through her tinder-dry libido.
“I’m not much of a dancer,” he said.
Nate choked out a cough sounding suspiciously like “bollocks”.
“Don’t believe him,” Nate said. “Mr. Smooth, here, puts the rest of us left-to-right shufflers to shame.”
Savannah arched a brow at Glen. “Really?”
He walked with her into the barn. “My mother made Jamie and me take dance lessons for a couple of months before the school ball.” He pulled a face, but his eyes glittered as he bent close to her ear. “She said women love a man leading them on the dance floor. She wasn’t wrong.”
A shiver worked its way down her spine as his warm breath brushed her throat. “I’ll try to resist sexing you up against the wall while we have an underage audience, then.”
He pulled back, delivering a wicked grin she felt to the soles of her sneakers, then led her into the barn’s center.
Someone changed the music from a fast beat to a country one.
Glen scrunched up his face. “You actually do like to listen to this stuff? You weren’t just messing with my head?”
She poked his flat stomach. “It’s not that bad.”
“It really is,” he said but extended his arms to her.
She stepped into them, and as her palm connected with his, her skin tightened everywhere with delicious tingles. His touch on her waist