I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. This woman is so far out of my league. She’s smart and funny and so damn sexy. Women like Tess Owens don’t pick guys like me. So why is her hand in mine? Why am I leading her onto the dance floor? I’ve been watching her all night. I can’t help it. I feel drawn to her. It’s her laugh. So bright and full-bodied, just like her. The sound pierced straight through me, rooting me to the floor as I stood there like an asshole, pretending to listen to Sully and J-Lo’s jokes.
