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takes the initiative to do something without me asking her to do it is the one time I didn't want her to. That was my only escape from Cam and now I had nothing.
    "Thanks, Shay, you didn't have to do that, ya know," I pointed out, clearly annoyed. She looked over at me and winked, confirming my thoughts—she was up to no good.
    "So, Cara, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend here?" she asked a little too chipper for my liking.
    Awkwardly, I introduced them. "Oh, umm...yeah, Cam, this is Shay. Shay, meet Cam."
    They shook hands and I watched as Shay eyed him up and down. I knew she was checking him out but she wasn't doing it for her own benefit. Nope, Shay already had a man and was very satisfied with him. I mean VERY satisfied. Not only did she talk about him twenty-four seven, she also gave me every single play by play of their sex life. I knew more about Kyle's dick than any friend cared to know.
    "Nice to meet you, Cam. So why aren't you out there shaking it on the dance floor with the rest of your friends?" she asked him as she nudged her head in the direction of the dance floor.
    "I don't know. I guess because I don't have anyone to dance with," Cam said as he looked at me.
    I knew where this was headed and I didn't know if I liked it or not.
    "Well, I'm sure Cara would dance with you," Shay assumed. She nudged me closer to Cam and I looked back at her fuming. "Wouldn't you, Cara?" The mischievous smirk that crossed her face made me want to smack it.
    "Um, really, I can't. There is so much to do still before we close, I—"
    "Nonsense, I'll do it. Go on, have fun."
    Shay wasn't going to let this die. She was going to keep pushing until she got her way. So I decided to give in. "Fine, but just one dance," I said, holding up my finger for effect.
    Cam grabbed my hand and started leading me to the dance floor. "Thanks, Shay," I heard him say over his shoulder as we walked away.
    "Yeah, thanks, Shay," I shouted out mockingly. I heard a soft throaty chuckle escape Cam as we continued to walk, him tugging on my arm to keep me moving.
    I didn't recognize the song the DJ was playing but it was a fast moving dance song and I relaxed a bit, knowing I wouldn't have to dance too close to him—afraid that if I did I would never want to let him go. Of course as soon as we hit the dance floor the song changed from the upbeat pop tempo to the slow country sounds of Kip Moore's "Hey Pretty Girl”. The irony was not lost on me.
    Cam walked us out to the center of the floor, spun me around once and then pulled me tightly into his chest. Tentatively, I swathed my arms around his neck while his hands moved smoothly around my waist, coming to rest on the small of my back. Slowly, he started swaying us to the beat of the music and with each wave I relaxed into his hold more and more. Everything about this felt natural—him, me, the song, the way I was wrapped in his strong arms. I was lost in the moment, the lyrics taking me to a future that would never exist, where I was happily married, with children, and Cam was the man of my dreams. By the time the song was over, my head was buried in his perfectly sculpted chest and I could feel his head resting on the top of mine.
    Somewhere in my subconscious I had heard the song change, but we were still wrapped around each other as if it hadn't. I couldn't believe I was allowing this to happen but everything was so perfect—just like him.
    He cleared his throat, snapping me from my thoughts and my mind raced back to reality. I was desperately clinging to his neck, silently begging him to keep his hold around me—to not leave me like everyone else always did. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, knowing that if I looked up and saw his eyes I would become even more lost in him than I was ready for.
    "Thanks for the dance, lil' firecracker," he leaned down and whispered into my ear, his warm breath making a shiver run the length of my spine. He kissed the top of my head and released his