A pleasant hum surrounded her as Jake cushioned her from the rowdy crowd. He braced his arms against the stage, buffering her without touching. While the second place couple received their prize, Lilah turned in the circle of his arms to peer up at him. Even through her pleasant buzz, she could see how tense he was beneath his casual smile. “You okay?” “Sure.” “You don’t look okay.” “I don’t?” He looked so surprised, Lilah almost laughed. She could see beyond his laid back facade and apparently he wasn’t comfortable with that. “Your fiancé’s betrayal hit you harder than you let on didn’t it?” Lilah laid a comforting hand on his bare arm. The zing from the contact turned comfort into something else. She withdrew her hand. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay.” “We don’t have to do this if it’s going to be too painful.”
