this celebration of love because it was a reminder of everything he’d lost.
“I like watching everyone dance and this is the best place to do that.” He hoped that would satisfy her.
“Then why do you still look sad?”
So much for her letting this go. “I’m fine, honey. I haven’t seen you dance with Gramps yet.”
“I know. He’s asking all the ladies to dance.”
Hunter easily spotted his silver-haired father waltzing with an attractive brunette. “Yeah. He does that.”
“So does Uncle Wilder.”
“Yeah.” His brother was living up to his name, as usual.
“I have an idea.” Wren met his gaze and hers was full of earnestness.
“I know what you’re going to say.” He grinned at her. “And I should have thought of it myself. You and I should have a dance.”
“No.”
“What?”
“You should ask Merry to dance. That would cheer you up.”
While trying to figure out how to explain that Merry was an employee, Hunter looked over at her. Just then a good-looking man approached the table where she was sitting and held out his hand. Obviously an invitation to dance. Just like that he wasn’t sad anymore. The new feeling was a little unfamiliar, something he hadn’t experienced for a long time. It was also inconvenient and seemed to put a crack in the wall of isolation he’d spent the last six years building.
He was jealous.
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