one hand on his arm. He
nodded and moved on to the next customer. “What’ll it
be?” Traci smoothed back a stray strand of pale, bluetinted hair.
I grinned, leaning with both elbows on the bar. “Jack
and Coke?”
She laughed. “I’ll give you the Coke.” She shot soda
into a glass of ice and slid it toward me. I pushed a five
across the bar and swiveled on my stool to watch the
dance floor, scanning the multitude for Emma. She
was sandwiched between two guys in matching UT
Dallas fraternity tees and neon, legal-to-drink
bracelets, all three grinding in unison.
Emma drew attention like wool draws static.
Still smiling, I drained my soda and set my glass on
the bar.
“Kaylee Cavanaugh.”
I jumped at the sound of my own name and whirled
toward the stool to my left. My gaze settled on the
most hypnotic set of hazel eyes I’d ever seen, and for
several seconds I could only stare, lost in the most
amazing swirls of deep brown and vivid green, which
seemed to churn in time with my own heartbeat—
though surely they were just reflecting the lights
flashing overhead. My focus only returned when I had
to blink, and the momentary loss of contact brought
me back to myself.
That’s when I realized who I was staring at.
Nash Hudson. Holy crap. I almost looked down to see
if ice had anchored my feet to the floor, since hell had
surely frozen over. Somehow I’d stepped off the dance
floor and into some weird warp zone where irises
swam with color and Nash Hudson smiled at me, and
me alone.
I picked up my glass, hoping for one last drop to rewet
my suddenly dry throat—and wondered fleetingly if
Traci had spiked my Coke—but discovered it every bit
as empty as I’d expected.
“Need a refill?” Nash asked, and that time I made my
mouth open. After all, if I was dreaming—or in the
Twilight Zone—I had nothing to lose by speaking.
Right?
“I’m good. Thanks.” I ventured a hesitant smile, and
my heart nearly exploded when I saw my grin
reflected on his upturned, perfectly formed lips.
“How’d you get in here?” He arched one brow, more
in amusement than in real curiosity. “Crawl through
the window?”
“Back door,” I whispered, feeling my face flush. Of
course he knew I was a junior—too young even for an
eighteen-and-over club, like Taboo.
“What?” He grinned and leaned closer to hear me
above the music. His breath brushed my neck, and my
pulse pounded so hard I felt light-headed. He smelled
sooo good.
“Back door,” I repeated into his ear. “Emma’s sister
works here.”
“Emma’s here?”
I pointed her out on the dance floor—now swaying
with three guys at once—and assumed that would be
the last I saw of Nash Hudson. But to my near-fatal
shock, he dismissed Em at a glance and turned back to
me with a mischievous gleam in those amazing eyes.
“Aren’t you gonna dance?”
My hand was suddenly sweaty around my empty glass.
Did that mean he wanted to dance with me? Or that he
wanted the bar stool for his girlfriend?
No, wait. He’d dumped his latest girlfriend the week
before, and the sharks were already circling the fresh
meat. Though they’re not circling him now… I saw no
one from Nash’s usual crowd, either clustered around
him or on the dance floor.
“Yeah, I’m gonna dance,” I said, and again, his eyes
were swirling green melting into brown and back,
flashing blue occasionally in the neon glow. I could
have stared at his eyes for hours. But he probably
would have thought that was weird.
“Let’s go!” He took my hand and stood as I slid off the
bar stool, and I followed him onto the dance floor. A
fresh smile bloomed on my face, and my chest seemed
to tighten around my heart in anticipation. I’d known
him for a while—Emma had gone out with a few of
his friends—but had never been the sole object of his
attention. Had never even considered the possibility.
If Eastlake High School were the