Page 11 of Art of Love

His laughter was quiet but genuine. “And for someone who’s been watching me, hiding that you know who I am, you’re not very subtle.”

Her breath caught, but she recovered quickly, rolling her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked and he shifted closer to her, causing her stomach to dip at the way the word rolled off his tongue, but she forced herself to hold his gaze.

“I think you think too highly of yourself.”

“Really?” He tilted his head, studying her. “Then why are you still here, Dylan?” He motioned to the party. “You could have left if you weren’t having a good time.”

For a moment, she considered telling him. Laying it all out, just to see his reaction.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she gave him a smirk of her own. “That’s another question. And I think we’re out of time.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Shame. I was just starting to get somewhere with you.”

She turned and started walking back towards the bonfire, tossing a look over her shoulder. “Maybe next time, rock star.”

Abe grinned and followed her, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

Dylan didn’t look back again. Didn’t trust that she wouldn’t melt completely.

For the first time in a long time, she felt something stir in her chest. And she had no idea what to do about it.