I smile when I see his name flash across the screen. “Hey, you,” I answer. “Shouldn’t you be dancing?” I hear him chuckle over the line. “I’m too busy looking at you.” His voice turns serious. “You look beautiful.” I scan the room but don’t see him. “Very funny. This dress is hideous…and itchy. I can’t wait to get it off.” “Interesting,” he muses. “I was just thinking the same thing.” I bet he was. I amble to the other side of the room, hoping to spot him. “Where are you hiding?” “I just slipped out the back door, and now I’m headed toward my car…waiting for a beautiful redhead to come
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