chuckled. “Well, I’ve not been here but two days, but so far so good. Thanks for the invite out tonight.”
“No problem. I thought it might be a good way for you to meet a few people from the hospital.”
That was the only reason Jordon had agreed to attend. Even in a small hospital there were people in departments he would never meet if it wasn’t for some event like this. He watched as the blonde made a graceful movement, shifting one hip this way and then another as she made her way through the tight spaces between chairs toward the bar. There was something about her …
“Okay, everyone,” the man on the stage said into the microphone. “It’s time to get this party really started.”
“For this next song I want you to find someone you either don’t know well or don’t know at all and bring them to the dance floor. Let’s mix things up.”
The blonde had been coming toward the bar and made a detour around a group, talking. It brought her out of the last set of chairs directly in front of him as the last of the instructions was given. Her gaze met his.
Never breaking their connection, she stepped up to him and said, “I don’t know you. Want to dance?”
Even in the din her voice sounded low and raspy, like that of one of those old-time movie stars. Her eyes, which were almost too large for her face, watched him with an intensity that made him feel uncomfortable, as if daring him to turn her down.
Jordon shook his head.
She gave him a come-hither smile, crooked her index finger and beckoned him on. Had he met her before?
“No, thank you.”
She stepped closer. “Oh, come on. It’s impolite not to accept someone’s invitation to dance. Besides, you’re the only guy in the place I don’t know.”
Maybe not. She didn’t seem to know him. The woman really was a tease. Maybe the only way to get rid of her was to agree. He took another swig from his bottle and set it down, then nodded. Her smile turned brilliant, as if he’d given her the greatest gift. She headed for the dance floor and he followed.
This time he had an up-close view of her moving among the tangle of chairs and people. Her jeans fitted her perfectly, clinging to every single curve.
By the time he’d reached the dance floor, she was already turning to face him and starting to dance. Jordon joined her as she backed into the crowd and they were swallowed up. He was definitely more fascinated than repulsed when her hands went over her head and her eyes closed as she moved to the beat of the music. The woman was enjoying herself. She didn’t need him there but he couldn’t seem to turn away.
Dancing wasn’t generally his thing but he did what he could not to embarrass himself. At one point she came out of her trance long enough to open her eyes and move into the light. He managed to catch a glimpse of her deep brown eyes. She jumped, startled for a second, then she gave him a weak smile. Where had all the earlier brightness gone?
One song died and the next one was building when she thrust out her hand and said, “I’m Kelsey.”
She said the name as if she expected him to recognize it. He’d live in Golden Shores once for a short time as a teenager so maybe he should know her. He took her hand in his. It was warm, soft and small. Seconds later it slipped from his when a tall guy about the same age as him caught her attention. She turned to speak to him.
Jordon was forgotten just that quickly.
Who was that guy?
Kelsey had been racking her brains all night, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. He leaned casually against the bar. With a solid appearance, trim hips and thick hair, he was by far the best-looking man in the place. She noticed him a number of times looking her direction with a censorious glare. One so familiar during her youth.
Dying of thirst, she’d managed to make her way to the bar. As the party planner and therefore designated hostess of the event, she’d spent most of her time making sure everyone was having a good time, especially the honoree and retiring employee, Patrice.
As if fate had taken her by the hand and led her astray, she arrived at the bar just as the emcee announced the dance. Her gaze locked with Mr. Handsome Glare.
She blurted out, “Do you want to dance?”
What had she been thinking? That was just it, she hadn’t been thinking. To her surprise, and after major coaxing on her part, he’d agreed. She always loved to dance and, as if someone above was smiling down on her, they were playing her favorite song.
Out on the dance floor, where the light was brighter, she turned and looked at him. Her breath caught.
J-man.
That’s all she knew him as. As a kid the name had sounded cool, maybe a little dangerous.
A ripple of nervousness went through her. Grateful she was dancing so that it didn’t show, she kept moving after her initial falter. She’d never expected to see him again. Had grieved for him for months when he’d left without saying goodbye. In the middle of many lonely nights she’d fantasized about him returning to Golden Shores. Those had been preteen dreams. Long given up and forgotten. Still, the yellow plastic ring he’d given her lay in her jewelry box. What was he doing back here?
When she’d last seen him he’d been a thin seventeen-year-old with long hair that he’d pulled back at the nape of his neck. He had been her brother Chad’s best friend, the one he’d gotten into trouble with.
For one stunned moment she looked into his eyes. A ripple of disappointment ran through her. He didn’t recognize her. How could he not? He been everything to her at one time. But she’d only been one of his friends’ little sisters. Someone they had to shoo out of the room when they got ready to talk. Still, it hurt that he didn’t know her.
Kelsey glanced at him a couple of times. He wasn’t the best dancer on the floor but he was making an effort. He wore a conservative shirt and khaki slacks. His jaw held a hint of five o’clock shadow that disrupted the perfect appearance.
As the song ended, Luke from the business office grabbed her arm and asked her a question. When she turned around J-man was gone.
Was he still going by that name? She couldn’t imagine that he was. That label didn’t suit him anymore. Searching the room, she saw his back as he headed out the door. Well, that was that, she probably wouldn’t see him again. Maybe he was just a late summer tourist or, better yet, a figment of her imagination. Still, a sadness she didn’t want to examine came over her.
On Monday morning Kelsey entered her office on the second floor of the hospital.
“Great party,” Molly said.
Molly had been Kelsey’s office colleague, roommate, and best friend since the eighth grade. “Thanks. It was a good one. I’ll miss Patrice but I’m proud she has this chance.”
“Yeah, she’s been wanting to leave town since her divorce. The new job is perfect for her.”
Kelsey wished she was the one leaving. She’d been trying to get out of Golden Shores for what seemed like forever. Away from her parents
