Coming Home(45)

“So which lucky girl is about to turn you down?” Tommy asked from the booth, and Danny laughed.

“This girl can turn me any way she wants,” Jake said. “DeLuca, come look at this.”

“I’ve seen girls before,” Danny said, his arm draped over the back of the booth.

“Not like this,” Jake said, never taking his eyes from the dance floor.

“Humor him,” Tommy said, “or we’re gonna be listening to his cheesy-ass double entendres for the next two hours.”

Danny rubbed his hand over his eyes before he got up with a sigh. “Ten bucks says I can see her plastic parts from here.”

Tommy chuckled as he brought his beer to his lips, and Danny walked the few steps over to the balcony.

“Check her out,” Jake said. “The blonde in the orange top.”

Danny’s eye immediately landed on the bright orange halter that ended halfway down the girl’s stomach.

And the indecently large breasts that were bursting out the sides of it.

“Wow,” Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck. “She seems…classy.”

“She’s got the sickest tattoo on her lower back. Watch when she turns around.”

But Danny was no longer looking at the blonde with the fake chest. His eye was on the dance floor just to the right of the door.

She was here.

Her arms were over her head as she rolled her hips in time to the beat, her body moving in tantalizing waves as she sang the lyrics to the girl dancing beside her.

Holy. Shit.

“Hot, right?” Jake said.

Danny nodded, having no idea what he’d just said yes to. She was wearing dark jeans that hugged her legs all the way down and a flowing white tank top that was missing a strap on one side. The only part of her body that was exposed was that shoulder, and yet she was a hundred times sexier than the girl Jake was frothing at the mouth over.

“Your girl here yet?” Jake asked from beside him.

Danny shook his head slowly, his eyes still on Leah. “No, not yet.”

He’d spent the entire day thinking about it, but he still hadn’t decided what he was going to do. He never answered her text earlier, so it wasn’t like she was expecting him. If he left without seeing her, she’d never even know he had been there.

And as he watched her swaying her hips provocatively to the pulsing beat, he realized that was probably the best plan of action.

Leah scooped her dark hair back into a ponytail with one hand and fanned herself with the other before she gestured to the girl she was with. The girl nodded, grabbing Leah’s hand, and they walked off the dance floor together, approaching another girl who was sitting at the bar. She turned to the girls and said something, and Leah threw her head back and laughed, wrapping one arm around her.

“If she stands you up, it’s her loss, man,” Jake said before he took down the rest of his beer.

“Thanks,” Danny said as he smiled weakly, glancing over at him.

Jake clapped him on the back before he said, “I think I need one more beer in me before I talk to orange halter. You want?”

“I’m good,” Danny said, leaning his forearms on the railing and clasping his hands in front of him.

“Alright, I’ll be back,” Jake said, making his way around Danny and heading for the stairs that would bring him down to the main bar.

Danny wet his lips, allowing his eyes to drift over the lower level of the bar, but every few seconds, they would find their way back to her.

The bartender had just brought the girls a round of shots, and the three of them held their glasses up while the smallest one said something that made the others laugh. They all clinked their glasses before taking the shots, and just as they were lining up the empty glasses along the bar, a guy approached them.