Chapter 57

Paul squeezed Val’s hand. “I’ll be back shortly.”

“Okay,” Val said, and continued talking to Tim Reddy about his experience as “the first teen to be killed” in his slasher flick.

Theo turned back to me. “So, how did you and Vince meet? He never said.”

“Theo, we’re gonna dance.” Mark held his hand out. “Quinn?”

“You’re asking me to dance?” The band was playing Charles Aznavour’s “The Old-Fashioned Way,” and I hummed a few bars.

“Yeah.”

“With you?” I couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Jesus, Quinn. Who else would I dance with?”

I rose and took his hand. “I’ll enjoy dancing with you.” We arrived on the dancefloor, and Mark reached for me to take me in his arms. “May I ask you something?”

“Anytime, babe.” He smiled down into my eyes.

“Why did Theo act as if he’d never met me when we went to congratulate him and Matheson on the receiving line?” I asked softly.

“That was Theo being discreet.”

“Excuse me? Why would he need to be?”