Fawn's POV
His eyes narrowed, as if he should have expected that, but it soon turned to surprise at my next words. "Dance with me."
Blake stared at me for a long moment, I could see I had shocked him. "You want to dance."
"Is that so shocking?" I tilted my head, studying his face. "We're at a gala after all. There's a perfectly good dance floor. And I'd rather not spend the rest of the evening dodging ex-lovers and your parents' disappointment."
His jaw flexed. "Cassie—"
"One dance, Blake." I squeezed his arm. "Then if you still want to leave, we'll go. No arguments from me."
He looked like he wanted to refuse. Like he was calculating all the ways this could go wrong, all the reasons dancing with his soon-to-be-ex-wife was a terrible idea.
But then his eyes dropped to my mouth for h
