Two-step could be as intricate or simple as you wanted. Her skirt twirled with her as Brett spun and dipped her around the dance floor. Then the song ended and everyone clapped not just for them but for the six other couples on the dance floor as well.
“I miss dancing with you.”
“Get rid of the blonde bozo and I’ll dance with you all you want,” he told her.
She looked up into Brett’s face. “Escape with me.”
“What?” He didn’t know what she was asking of him.
“I need to talk. I want to leave. Get a twelve pack and meet me in the back field by the pond.”
“Un oh. Something Luka said?” Brett asked.
“Something Luka did.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he told her.
She watched Brett leave. Then she turned to look for Tag. He was slow dancing with one of the divorcees. He wanted to play that game? She was fine with it. The sad part was that she wasn’t even jealous.
Skylar grabbed her jacket from where she had been sitting and slipped out the side door. Later when she was safely at the pond she would text him and tell him she had a headache but he was busy so she left not wanting to interrupt. He wouldn’t buy it. He would be even more pissed at her than he was now. Skylar took one last look at Tag. She just didn’t care.
She climbed behind the wheel of her truck and backed out of the spot. She had her windows down so she pulled the band from her hair to let the wind whisper through it as she drove back to the ranch.
The night was cool but not cold on her bare shoulders. It took less than ten minutes to reach her ranch. She took the service road that ran beside the property and cut through an open gate, across the fields.
Moonlight cast shadows on the tall grass where it didn’t touch the ground or the pond. She could see tiny diamonds of light scattered across the water when she reached it. Skylar stopped her truck by Brett’s. He was already sitting on the gate with a beer in hand. He held up his hand to salute her.
Skylar opened the door and took off her boots; tossing them over her shoulder onto the floor by the passenger side of the cab. Grabbing her jacket and her phone she walked through the grass to Brett. She hoisted herself up beside him which wasn’t an easy task since her legs were short but her arms were strong. She picked up her phone when she was settled beside him. Two text messages from Tag.
Where the hell are you?
Did you leave with Brett? I notice he’s gone too.
She realized Brett was reading her message over her shoulder. “Tell that…well tell him to fuck off,” he told her.
It really was time that she broke this thing off with him but not in a text message. It was just poor timing now because with Luka home Tag would assume it was because of him.
Had a headache. Left. Not sure where Brett is.
“Liar,” Brett teased.
They sat in silence for a while. The sounds of bullfrogs and crickets making their normal ruckus for an early summer night filled the air. Skylar took the open beer Brett handed her and tipped it to her lips. It was the beer they drank as teenagers when they weren’t old enough to drink. It was cheap and Brett knew how to get it. They could afford better stuff now but the old stuff still tasted the best. “So are you ever going to tell me what Luka did?”
“First let me just say that he’s trying to make a point.”
“That would be?” He asked knowing his brother that he wanted Skylar back now that he was home and Ava only sweetened the deal.
“I challenged him inadvertently.”
He snorted. “I did.”
“Okay, so you didn’t mean to challenge the man you know is a hot head. What did he do?”
“He pushed me against the truck and kissed me to prove a point.”
“And all your girly parts stood up and took notice,” Brett said in a high-pitched voice.
“As crass as that sounds it is partially true.” Skylar rolled her eyes at Brett. He chuckled at her.