In front was a restaurant with an enormous bar. In the back was a bowling alley made up of twelve lanes surrounded by comfortable couches and chairs. The alley lighting was a mix of purple and pink, and music blared across the speakers, adding a club-like feel to the room. The bowling alley was crowded as it was most Saturday nights, and she and her group of friends had been sharing three of those lanes for the past hour. Changing partners and teams with each game, they'd also gone through a couple of rounds of drinks and a few bowls of pretzels, peanuts and chips. Checking her watch, Isabella frowned when she realized it was after ten. Nick was an hour late, which probably meant he wasn't coming. He'd mentioned a dinner, and it was certainly possible that it had gone longer than he'd imagined. Or it was more likely that he'd had second thoughts about spending time with her and her friends. Why would he want to bowl with a bunch of strangers and a woman who was just his dance teacher, a woman he'd met two days earlier?
