Breathe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #7)(60)

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You two need to get a room,” Jules says as she wrinkles her nose. “What is it with the Williams men? You’re all so freaking mushy.” She points to where Luke and Natalie are snuggled up at the roulette table now, watching the guys play.

“We’re romantic,” Mark corrects her.

“It’s disgusting.”

Leo saunters up behind Sam and rests his hand on her hip as he watches her play cards. “You’re good at this, sunshine.”

“Thanks. It’s just math.”

“No it’s not,” Mark says. “If it was just math, everyone would win. It’s strategy.”

Sam shrugs but smiles softly as Leo kisses her cheek. “My chick is hot and smart.”

“There’s so few of us around,” Jules says with a sassy sigh.

“I’m done doubling down,” Meg says and smiles up at Will. “What are we doing next?”

“You and I have a date,” Will says and turns to the rest of us. “We’re going to peel away for the night, guys. I have some plans for Meg, so we’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“I’ll be at the pool most of the afternoon,” Sam says.

“Have fun tonight,” I say as they walk toward the bar to fill everyone else in.

“What’s everyone else doing?” Mark asks.

“We’re going to a Cirque du Soleil show with Nat and Luke,” Jules says.

“Leo and I are meeting with some of the guys from his band who came over from LA to hang out tonight,” Sam says. “It’ll be good to see them.”

“We saw them a month ago,” Leo reminds her with a grin.

“You miss them too. You don’t fool me.”

We all walk toward the bar, meeting the others from the roulette table.

“A bunch of us are going to go up to the club here in the hotel for dinner and dancing,” Brynna says and lays her hand on Jax’s arm. “You have to come with us.”

“Only if I can dance with you,” he says and winks at her.

“Do I have to kill him?” Caleb asks Mark.

“Nah, he’s cool.” Mark laughs when Jax glances at Caleb and looks him up and down.

“You might not be safe from me,” Jax says.

“By all means, dance with my wife,” Caleb replies and shakes his head. “You guys in?”

“Sure,” I say and grin up at Mark. “I haven’t danced with you in years.”

“I’m not very good.”

“I’ll help. I do that for a living, you know.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go.”

We break into groups, Sam and Leo leaving to meet his band, Nat and Jules giggling as their men follow them out to catch their Cirque du Soleil show and the rest of us taking the escalators up to the fourth floor of the Cosmopolitan here in Vegas to wreck havoc on the dance club.

We’ve been in Vegas for all of six hours, and I have never had so much fun. I have a feeling things are just getting started.

We find two tables and push them together, then sit back and watch the few couples on the dance floor as we wait for our drinks.

“Are we ordering food?” Matt asks and surveys the menu. “At least some appetizers to soak up all the alcohol you’re all consuming.”

“Good idea,” Caleb says. “Let’s just order two of everything.”


“Three orders of potato skins,” Stacy says. “This music is great, but the dancers are lame. Not fun to watch at all.”

“Yeah,” Brynna agrees and winks at her. “It’s really boring.”

“I think they’re hinting at something,” Dominic adds. “They’re so subtle.”

“They need someone to show them how it’s done,” Nic says and smiles smugly at me. “You and Jax should go show off.”

“Subtle as a heart attack,” Matt agrees and brushes his hand down the back of Nic’s head. “But beautiful.”

“Just Dance” by Lady Gaga begins to play and Jax laughs as he looks over at me and raises a brow. “That feels a little too coincidental.”

“Go have fun, baby,” Mark urges. “But watch yourself. That dress is short.” His eyes finish his sentence. And you’re not wearing underwear.

“Go dance!” Brynna says and claps her hands.

Jax takes my hand and leads me out onto the floor.

“I’m in heels with no underwear, so no horizontal lifts, okay?”

“Got it, marshmallow.”

And off we go, Jax leading us around the floor. He spins me out and in and within five steps, it’s just me and Jax, feeling the music and dancing the way we always do.

I love it when he improvises. He’s just genius, and he challenges me. He’s mindful of my heels, and does lift me, but keeps his arm on my thighs, holding my skirt down.

When I land on my feet, he rolls his hips and backs away, singing to me, making me laugh. The girls at the table are cat calling, egging him on.

Everyone in the room applauds when the song ends and we return to the table and collapse in our seats, drinking the water that was delivered while we were dancing.

“You guys are fantastic,” Stacy says. “I never could move like that. My hips don’t do that.”