#Chapter 12 Dancing

“Evan, Claudia's my date tonight.” Ken's voice. It brought me out of my stunned reverie, and I glanced between both men. I might as well have not been there. The challenge in their eyes gleamed bright under the lights, and it didn't take much to sense there was something more than good-natured ribbing or jealousy behind Ken's words, or the stare Evan fixed on him. "Then lend me your dance partner for a while. I came all this way, you could be more generous." He didn't let Ken reply. He grabbed my hand since I hadn't taken the initiative to accept his, and he pulled me to the dance floor where dozens of others had been rocking to the beat only seconds ago, before he made his entrance. But as soon as he joined them and pulled me into position, it was as if a switch flipped. I had to wonder if he had mind-linked with several of them to warn them them to start dancing again, with how abrupt and synchronized everyone's recovery was. Was this really happening? Evan,