refreshed her lipstick in front of the mirror. Alana examined her makeup and decided that her lips were in need of freshening as well. Cadence put her lipstick in her evening bag and stared at Alana.
“What?” Alana asked.
“Did you hear Drew pause when he was introducing us to Christian? What was he about to say?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to know and I don’t care.”
Cadence cast an unbelieving stare. “And I don’t believe that.”
“I don’t have the time, tolerance or patience for Drew. I told you. I’m done with players.” Alana returned her attention to her lips, looked them over and put her lipstick back in her purse. She turned to Cadence and raised her brow. “And why didn’t you tell me that he was coming? Imagine my surprise when I realized he was the one responsible for tonight.”
“They asked me not to say anything.”
Alana narrowed her eyes at her even more.
“He just wanted to hang out with you and this was the perfect opportunity. You’ve been avoiding him the whole time he’s been home and he can’t seem to understand why.”
That almost made Alana feel bad, but when she thought of protecting her heart, she refused to allow herself to be caught up in his web and brushed off that slight feeling of guilt. “You’re my friend, Cadence. You should have said something.”
“I’m sorry. They made me promise.” Cadence pouted. “You forgive me?”
“Hell yeah! I’m having a good time!” Alana shooed her. “Now let’s get back to this party.”
Cadence paused just as they were about to walk out of the bathroom. Turning to Alana, she pointed. “Now that you know he really wanted you to be here, stop avoiding him. You’ve been doing it all night.”
Like a scolded child, Alana tilted her head. “You have to be careful with men like Drew. I can’t afford to let him charm me like a wild snake. Next thing you know, I’ll be looking for my panties and wondering how my dress ended up in the chandelier. He’s a wild one!”
Cadence looked at her for a moment before she burst with laughter. The ladies rejoined their party and had a blast meeting some of the celebrities they admired the most. Alana especially enjoyed the relaxed vibe.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Drew handed her a flute of champagne. He was at her side once again.
“Yes. This entire night was incredible. Thanks,” she said sincerely.
“I’m glad.”
Giving him the lukewarm shoulder, Alana moved to the music but didn’t continue the conversation. She assumed that Drew wasn’t going to ask her to dance again since she kept declining his offer each time he asked. They stood on the sidelines watching Blake, Cadence and the rest of the partygoers cut the beautiful white rug. She smiled as she scanned the room, trying to burn this night into her memory. Who knew if she’d experience something like this ever again?
When her eyes swept across the room once again and landed on her ex James, who was staring right back at her, she almost choked. Where had he come from? She hadn’t seen him all night. Who was he with? Not that she cared—anymore.
Taking Drew by the hand, she dragged him to the dance floor and pulled him close. Drew looked at her suspiciously but danced with her anyway. Cautiously, he placed his hand on her waist. Alana stepped closer, shifting his hands to her backside, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Drew’s head reared back in shock and he smiled. She didn’t. She was too busy watching James in her peripheral vision. Alana wanted him to know that she had moved on. Finally, James turned away, peeling his glare away from Alana and Drew, but then he planted a slow, soft kiss on the cheek of the woman next to him. She tittered. He looked back at Alana and grinned. She knew she shouldn’t but leaned in anyway. When her lips connected with Drew’s, her stomach tightened. Drew took that kiss as an invitation to go deeper and kissed her with so much hunger right there on the dance floor that he left her breathless. Alana felt as if she had been transported to another place. When they opened their eyes, Cadence and Blake were staring at them.
Drew showed up at Alana’s house early Saturday morning with a breakfast spread. He came for answers. She wasn’t getting away this time. Drew rang the bell and knocked. When she finally opened the door, she scowled. Drew threw his head back and laughed.
“At least I bought breakfast,” he said, holding up the bags in his hands.
Even in a robe, scarf and furry slippers she looked stunning to him.
Alana stepped aside and Drew entered her home. She led him to the kitchen.
“Thanks. Give me a moment to get dressed. I’ll be right back.” She darted out of the kitchen.
Drew had set up the table with bagels and flavored spreads from Panera Bread and Starbucks coffee.
After a while Alana entered the room, looking completely refreshed. Her hair hung along the side of her face to her shoulders. She wore jeans and a fitted T-shirt that said I Don’t Sweat, I Sparkle. She still had on her furry slippers.
Alana removed utensils from the drawer and then plates and mugs from the cabinet and joined Drew at the table. It wasn’t until she poured and sipped her coffee that she finally spoke.
“To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” Before he could answer, she started again. “By the way, you’re going to have to stop doing that. I don’t usually open the door for people when they show up without calling first.”
“I have some questions for you.” Drew studied her, trying to figure out what could be going on in that beautiful head of hers. “What happened? What changed?”
Alana huffed, dropping her shoulders. She took another sip of coffee. “Nothing happened.”
“Oh, something happened.” Drew stood. Suddenly he had too much energy coursing through him to sit still. “We used to hang when I came into town. Now you act as if you don’t want to be bothered. You avoid my calls. I invite you out for an amazing evening and you ignore me half the night. Then, all of the sudden, you pull me to the dance floor and kiss me, but when we leave, you don’t say another word to me. What the hell, Alana? What’s all of this about?”
“What does it matter?” Alana stood and walked over to the sink. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything. Why do you care?”
Drew sat back down. She was right. He started to question himself for even coming over. Alana wasn’t his girlfriend. She didn’t owe him any explanations. Why did he care?
“I’m sorry. That was mean.” Alana joined him at the table again. “I’m having a hard time trusting men right now. Whatever it was that you and I shared, it didn’t end well. Besides that, I just broke up with someone so my wounds are somewhat fresh.” She looked up toward the ceiling and breathed deeply. “I’ll be completely honest—I thought things would have been different between you and me, but when your ex came back into the picture, you cast me aside.” Alana shrugged and fingered the rim of her coffee cup pensively.
