two women left, and the clueless DJ started the Perry Como song for the second time. Levi bent down to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Holland. “Listen, you two,” he said. “Faith worked really hard on this party. Why don’t you dance together and show her you appreciate it?” He gave them his sternest police chief stare.
“Who’d want to dance with him?” Mrs. Holland snipped.
“My arthritis is killing me,” said her husband.
“Better move around a little, then,” Levi said. “For Faith, if not for anything else. She adores you two.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“Fine. Let’s get it over with,” Mrs. Holland said. “He’s right. Faith did all this for us, you ingrate.”
“I’m not ungrateful. I love what she’s done.”
“Prove it,” Levi said. “Get up there.”
“Fine. My suffering continues.” Mr. Holland sighed. He stood up and extended his hand. Mrs. Holland took it.
The song started for the third time, and as the old Hollands assumed the position, Levi was almost sure they were smiling.
Faith was nowhere to be seen.
* * *
FAITH HAD FOUND A PLACE under the deck where she was fairly sure she wouldn’t be found. The grass was cool and damp, but who cared? Better to hide here and get grass-stained than go back to the party. If she was found, she might stick a fork in someone’s eye.
She took a long pull from the bottle of wine she’d appropriated.
Though she knew it was pointless, Faith let herself imagine what tonight would’ve been like if her mom were here. That she’d have tilted her head against Dad’s shoulder and whispered something to make him laugh. There’d be no need for Lorenas or vegan zealots, and, somehow, Mom would work her firm magic on Goggy and Pops, would help Honor relax, laugh with Pru, dance with Jack, and maybe, just maybe, have some words for Faith, too.
The grief slipped around her like a heavy cape, enveloping her. She didn’t deserve to miss her mother, but, dear God, she did.
“Hey.”
Faith jumped. “Hi, Levi,” she said, surreptitiously wiping her eyes. Her achy heart sped up.
“Drinking alone?” he asked.
“Yep. Tonight, I think it’s more than justified.”
Levi sat down next to her. “So this has been...” His voice trailed off.
“Terrifying?” she suggested, taking another pull. “Because really, what other word works here?”
“Memorable.” There might’ve been a smile in his voice, but it was too dark to tell.
“Memorable. Your word is better.”
“Were you crying just now?” he asked, his voice quiet.
For some reason, his question made her throat tighten again. “A little.”
He didn’t say anything to that. Didn’t say anything at all, and it was kind of nice, just having him there at her side. She felt chilly all of a sudden. Wondered what he’d do if she leaned her bare shoulder against his.
“They’re dancing, you know,” he said after a minute.
She shot him a look. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“Oh. Good.” She looked back at her hands. The waterproof mascara was not tearproof.
From up above came the shrill and adorable voice of young Michael Jackson. Footsteps thudded more or less in time to the music, indicating that people were dancing.
“This place is beautiful, Faith,” Levi said, and all of a sudden, Faith’s toes curled in her shoes, because...well, because he’d come to find her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him in the faint light. Damn. Levi Cooper in a suit. She couldn’t say she’d ever seen him in one before, aside from his dress uniform. His hands were clasped loosely in front of him and he was looking at her. “Are you having a nice time?” she asked.
“I am now.”
The words caused a tightening low in her belly. “You look very handsome, Levi.”
He did. Those sleepy eyes definitely held a slight smile now. At least, that’s what it seemed like. He leaned so that his shoulder bumped hers, and the small gesture made her entire body feel warm. “And you look very pretty, Faith,” he murmured.
“Thanks.”
He looked at her a long moment, then reached over and touched the silky hairs at the back of her neck, studiously, a slight frown coming to his face, as if he’d never touched that spot on a woman before. Faith swallowed as her entire side broke out in goose bumps, her muscles turning liquid. He stared at the spot he was touching, his lashes catching a bit of the light from outside. The Boredom Scale didn’t exist now.
His mouth was so close. She could just lean in and kiss him, feel that perfect pressure, that thrilling moment when the kiss would deepen and she’d feel his tongue slide against hers.
Yes, if she worked up the nerve, Faith could kiss Levi Cooper, the boy she’d known most of her life, the boy who’d never liked her.
But she didn’t move, hypnotized by that gentle touch on her neck. He could do that all night, and she’d sit here and not want anything more.
Except she did.
“Come on,” Levi said. He stood up and took her hand, pulling her to her feet, and led her out from under the deck to the barn’s entrance. “Take a look at that.” He stood behind her, not touching her, but close enough for her to feel his warmth.
Her grandparents were dancing; Michael Jackson had finished, and the Rolling Stones were singing “Beast of Burden.” Dad was dancing with Honor, Colleen with old Mr. Iskin, Pru with Ned, Abby with Helena, both girls laughing.
And Goggy and Pops were dancing, too. Dancing, and smiling as they talked.
Faith felt a smile come to her own face. She’d done it. It looked...wonderful. Magical, even.
“You wanna get out of here?” Levi asked, and his breath was soft against her neck.
The party would last maybe another hour. The caterers would take care of cleanup; everyone had already been paid; she’d be up here tomorrow, anyway. Her job was done, in other words.
And Levi Cooper was asking her to go somewhere with him, and there was a promising look in his eyes...she suddenly, desperately wanted do something about that.
“Okay,” she whispered.
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