Chapter 10
A steady beat vibrated through the building as bodies packed the dance floor at the club. Elbow to elbow, hips swayed with the bass drum pounding out a fast tempo. Live bands were great for dancing, but Dylan wasn’t up for it. Nope. He’d had enough dancing for one day.
He observed the floor, noting Faith and Brooke shimmying back to back. Hope danced too, but she kept some distance between her sister and her friend. So where was Heaven? She was here, somewhere. He’d watched her walk in the door.
Then he spotted her, dancing with her sisters. Was it possible for her to get more beautiful with each passing second? And those jeans she had on…wow. They hugged every curve. They’d all changed clothes in between the wedding reception and club.
It tortured him to know she wanted not
