“Want to dance?”
Brandon jumped at the unexpected intrusion. He’d just stepped through a side door of the ballroom that led to a small storage room, looking for a brief respite from the throng of partyers currently drinking and dancing and making catcalls in the room.
As an introvert, he hated most parties anyway, and ones where he had to make sure everything was perfect most of all. Add to that a bunch of people he used to go to school with who hadn’t a clue who he was—loser much?—and it was getting on his nerves big-time.
He’d hoped having Veronica and Jimmy there would make it a little easier, but he’d barely had time to stop and say hello to them before he’d been called to deal with a fountain problem.
“Tim, what are you doing in here?” he asked, somehow not at all surprised to see
