“Wanna dance, Olive Oil? For old time’s sake?” I blinked up at Glenn’s sudden arrival in front of us. He was holding his hand out toward me, waiting for me to take it. My body tightened at the thought of dancing with him. Good manners had me wondering if I should say yes, but I had no desire to deal with Glenn right now. Miles wrapped an arm around me, his fingers caressing the top of my shoulder. “Sorry, man. She was just about to dance with me.” Glenn chuckled to himself, running a hand through his hair. “Okay. Olive’s loss. Again.”
