Louise smirked. She figured it out. He wanted to be on the dance floor to keep an eye on Mia, but he couldn't go alone without looking like a stalker. He needed a partner. A decoy.
I’ll help him out, Louise decided, feeling a strange mix of pity and amusement. If I dance with him, he can be close to his mistress without raising suspicion. I’m the perfect beard.
"I'm offering to save you from looking like a wallflower," Louise said, extending her hand. "Come on, boss. Use me as your excuse."
Andy stared at her hand. He didn't know what she meant by excuse, but he didn't care. He reached out.
His fingers interlaced with hers. A spark—literal static electricity, or perhaps something more metaphysical—snapped between them.
Andy pulled her toward the dance floor.
He didn't dance like a wa
