She takes a deep breath and turns to face her best friend. “I want to dance.” “Um…oh, well, let’s go dance then.” Layla takes her hand, and a second later they both disappear from view. “Looks like you’re free to do whatever you want.” Clay claps Benson on his back. “Your babysitting hours are over.” “You don’t know her.” Drake shakes his head, then he runs his palm over his face. “I pissed her off.” “And?” “And I better go and find more beer.”
