“Forget it.”
“No. Growing up alone is part of what made you the man I love. So is what happened between our fathers. I don’t want to ever forget that, but I want you to be happy with us.”
Finishing off his beer, Zach tossed the bottle into a recycling bin and took Katrina’s hand.
“I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t be,” he said, pulling her toward the music.
They eased through the crowd, close to the band, now rocking through Screaming Lord Sutch’s “Jack the Ripper,” and they danced.
* * *
As the night grew long, Zach spied Tamara in her iridescent gown, always with Cord in tow, and she ignoring the lascivious looks men cast her way when the light caught her right and gave glimpses of her body within her wispy costume. She ignored Zach, even when they passed close on the dancefloor. Her
