My bottom lip was sucked into my mouth, hands clasped behind my back as I watched Nica dancing. I almost mirrored Willow’s position against the ice machine. She was trying not to blush as Nica sang along, pointing at her. This must have been that theater side of her that she’d once been forced to squash finally resurfacing. She was free of a relationship that had clipped her wings and forced her into a cage, and now she was soaring again.
She turned, winking as if she could read my thoughts.
“Do you really?” I asked, teasing as a grin formed.
“Do I what?” Her brow furrowed.
I didn’t mean to confuse her. I hadn’t expected her to stop dancing. “Have money in the bank?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be here.” She grinned as she laughed at her own joke.
She found her rhythm again, and I wat
