“I offered to take Riley with me, but she’s honestly a terrible dancer. I don’t fancy having my toes trodden all over.” Nicolette grumbled, watching Colt for a reaction.
It was almost instantaneous. His face broke into one of those dazzling smiles. “I would love to be your date for the gala. I guess I’d better brush up on my footwork.”
“Oh? Have you manifested a since of rhythm since last we danced?” Nicolette teased, remembering how awkward their first dance had been. Colt had been petrified to touch her because her father was one of the chaperones.
“I’ve always had rhythm. I was simply hampered by your lack thereof.” Colt retorted.
Nicolette gasped, feigning offense. “Excuse me, good sir. I am the one who took dance lessons.”
“Only because your mother was afraid you’d remain a grace
