I smiled, hugging him. 'Thank you, Grayson. I'm so sorry for giving you the run-around. I've been such a bitch.'
He kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. 'I get it; honestly, I do. I hate that you couldn't be honest with me, but I understand. I don't want to lose you, either. Now, if you don't object to dancing with your "brother", I quite fancy a boogie—or a slow dance. Whatever music comes next.'
Grayson held out his arm, which I held onto, and we walked back to the reception.
Needless to say, it was a slow dance. We laughed and chuckled as we stepped on each other's toes until the song ended. That's when I noticed Ricki standing alone at the side of the dance floor.
'Erm, Grayson, I hope you don't think this is a bit soon, but there's a lovely little lady over there who's dying for
