We finished eating and have been sitting here talking, but then a song came on that Callie likes so she jumped up and dragged Nash to the dance floor. "Hell yeah, we're gonna dance." Jake stands up and helps me off the barstool. "I'm gonna teach you how to two-step." "I can't. I don't even know what that is." "Which is why I'm going to teach you." He holds his hand out to me. "Come on. Once you get out there, you'll feel more comfortable." "With everyone staring at me? I don't think so." "Nobody's staring at you. And besides, you told me you don't care what people think." "I just said that so I wouldn't have to dress like this." He leans closer to me. "You look freaking hot dressed like that, so stop worrying about it." He backs away. "Can I ask you to do something for me?" "What?" "From now on, if I suggest something and you don't want to do it, just tell me. Don't make up some excuse. When it comes to my personal life, I don't like playing games and I don't like people lying to me. I get enough of that shit at my job, when I'm dealing with subs and vendors and even the guys on my crew.
