SAID FAVOR, as it turned out, involved dancing.
Janus had planned a surprise dance number for his bride, Nessa, at the reception tomorrow; the problem was that one of the backup dancers he’d hired was down with the flu.
“‘Insan, you know I would do anything for you, but I literally have not danced in so long.”
His cousin pfft-ed and quietly laughed. “You can never unlearn dancing, ‘insan. Come on, it’ll be just like riding a bike.”
pfft“Dude, your wedding is in less than twenty-four hours.”
“We’re not working with competition-level choreo here, okay?”
Manuel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Famous last words.”
“Please, Manuel. The symmetry’s going to be really off if there’s only four of us dancing.”
“And here I thought I could spend my vacation with Jamia.”
Janus frowned in that
