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into the side of my arm. Her friend is the talker. “Want to dance?”
    “Sure, doll. I can’t refuse someone as beautiful as you.” My dad winks at her, takes her hand, and they disappear into the throngs of people on the dance floor.
    Boobs doesn’t say anything. She just smiles up at me as she settles into my dad’s chair. I don’t have anything to say either. I’d much rather sit here all night and watch the servers saunter back and forth in their cute little shorts.
    “You’re not a dancer like your brother?” she asks.
    It takes me a minute to understand about whom she’s talking about. I laugh for a few breaths. “He’s my dad,” I tell her, with a slight chuckle. “And no, I don’t dance.”
    She frowns and then pulls her glass up to her mouth, drawing in her straw and taking one hell of a sip.
    I continue checking out the scenery. And that’s when I spot her.
    It’s Tiffany.
    And she sure the hell isn’t wearing her grandma suit.
    I watch her with her group of friends. She throws her head back with laughter—her neck exposed looking all sorts of sexy. She waves her hands in the air as she speaks animatedly about something. The genuine smile on her face makes me want to walk over there and find out what is making her so happy. She never looks this at ease at work, and I wish she did.
    “She’s pretty,” boob girl says, putting some distance between us. Thankfully.
    I smile like an idiot. “She’s beautiful,” I say before I can stop myself.
    “She’s one lucky lady. If a man looked at me that way, I’d melt.” She hops off her barstool and pats me on the shoulder. “Go get her.”
    My throat tightens at her words. I can’t “go get her,” but I wish I could.
    I can say hello though. Right?
    Against my better judgment, I take my mason jar and start weaving through the crowd toward Tiffany.
    I’m only a few feet away when she sees me. She mouths an oh shit , her face goes blank and she drops her head, shifting to the side to stand behind her friend. She’s trying to hide from me?
    Oh no you don’t.
    “Tiffany?” I don’t know why it comes out as a question. I know it’s her.
    She loses her shield as her friend steps away. Damn, she’s beautiful in brown cowboy boots and a sexy -as-hell white sundress. Only about six inches of her tan legs show between her boots and the hem of her dress, but it’s hot. It leaves my mind in the gutter imagining the rest of her gorgeous legs.
    “Mr. Marino.” She glances up at me with a weak smile, her long hair sweeping across her face. Damn, she looks amazing with her hair down. 
    “Come on, now. Call me Chase, please. It’s after hours.” I hold up my beer to prove my point.
    Her friends giggle. “Okay. Chase, these are my friends.” She introduces each of them to me, and I try to remember their names. I know that would be important to her and, for some reason, I want to please her.
    “Nice to meet you, ladies.” I shake each of their hands, trying to make eye contact with them but failing miserably. I can hardly take my eyes off of Tiffany.
    “Well, well, what do we have here?”
    Son of a bitch.
    “Hey, Dad.” The words come out through gritted teeth. “Tiffany, I’ll see you on Monday.” My smile fades as I turn away from her to catch my dad before he makes himself the center of attention with my student teacher and all of her friends.
    I toss my arm over my dad’s shoulder and usher him away from the group of girls.
    “What was that all about?” he asks, puffing out his chest to me.
    I sigh. “That was my student teacher. I was just saying hello. I don’t need you to go making an ass out of both of us.”
    “Do you have a claim on her or something?” he asks, challenging me.
    “No, I don’t. I work with her.”
    “Hasn’t stopped you before.”
    If he wasn’t my dad, I’d hit him. “Look, I’m just trying to keep it professional.”
    “She’s hot.” Fuck!
    “Whatever. Let’s go.” I didn’t want to come