Collide (Collide #1)(108)

"He certainly is," Emily deadpanned, shifting nervously against Dillon.

A smirk curled the brim of Gavin's mouth, but he remained silent.

"I'll keep my thoughts to myself about that one," Dillon clipped with a smirk of his own. Gavin shook his head. "But, for now, I need another drink. Babe, do you want another glass of wine?"

There was only one way she was going to survive the rest of the night. Emily smiled. "I'll take a shot of something...strong."

Dillon nodded and walked away.

Gavin flicked Emily another stroke of amusement with his eyes. She could tell he felt her sinking, and all it was doing was pissing her off.

Before she could dwell too long on her desire to knock him clear across the head, Trevor and Fallon approached. Emily smiled at them, happy that they were working out well as a couple. They genuinely enjoyed being together and seemed to be a perfect match of fire and ice. She guessed Dillon would beg to differ since he laughed at the whole courtship when he found out about it. Nonetheless, Emily was thrilled, knowing he would now have no choice but to accept Fallon as her friend. To seal the deal, she made Fallon one of her bridesmaids.

Formal introductions were made between Stephanie and Fallon before Trevor asked the group if he could steal Emily away for a dance. She obliged his request, placing her hand in the crook of his arm as he guided her out onto the floor.

With the pianists playing "The Summer Wind" by Frank Sinatra in the background, they began dancing.

Looking up to him, she said, "I didn't know you liked slow dancing."

He chuckled. "I don't to tell you the truth. I actually hate it." Emily gave him a questioning look. "I just wanted to talk to you about what I had said the last time we spoke."

Emily knew he was referring to the mess between her and Gavin. It came as a surprise to her when Trevor called to let her know his feelings on the situation. He wasn't harsh about his opinion over the whole matter, but one would consider his approach a little less than understanding to say the least.

"Oh," she nodded. "Well, you've explained that it puts you in a bad position. I understand that, but to be honest, nothing more's going to happen between us."

His face softened as he lowered his voice. "I consider you my adoptive sister, and I wanted to apologize for the things I had said - well, mostly, the way I had said them. I just wanted you to know that, whether or not you and Gavin decide to carry on anything, it's none of my business. You're two grown adults, and it's your lives. Would it be an odd situation for me because I'm friends with Dillon? Absolutely. But I would have to learn to deal with it."

Widening her eyes, she tilted her head to the side. "Trevor, I'm engaged now, and like I said, nothing more's going to happen."

His devil-may-care sneer lit up his features, showing his amusement at her remark.

"Why do you have that look on your face?"

"I may wear glasses, Emily, but I'm not blind."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, pulling back slightly.

He gently pulled her closer. "One, I've known Gavin since I was a kid, and his perseverance to go after something he wants has never been an issue for him. And two, even though I haven't known you as long as him, I can see it all over your face when you look at him."

She stopped swaying to the music, but Trevor kept them moving swiftly. "I don't want to talk about this," she said with a smile on her face, trying to appear unfazed in the crowded room.

"That's cool with me. I just wanted to put it out there."