Lara and Reagan continued dancing, their bodies moving slowly in sync with the music, the rest of the world fading into the background. Lara allowed herself, for the first time in a long while, to simply be in the moment.
When the song finally ended, Reagan slowly loosened his hold before placing his hand on her back as he led her back to their table.
They had barely settled back into their seats when two familiar figures approached—Duke and Ash.
Duke moved ahead, his strides clipped and tense. Without waiting for an invitation, he took the seat directly across from them. His eyes locked onto Lara and Reagan, burning with unspoken questions.
Ash, on the other hand, offered a polite smile. “Good evening, Reagan. Lara.”
“Hey,” Reagan said smoothly, nodding at him.
Lara smiled back. “Hi
