you want another drink?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I’m not a huge fan of tequila.”
“What would you prefer?” he asked.
“Something sparkling. I want to celebrate.”
He raised one eyebrow and took the margarita glass from her. “I’ll be right back.”
He went to get them both some prosecco and then returned. “How’s that?”
“Much better,” she said, lifting her glass toward his.
“What are we celebrating?” he asked.
“My birthday,” she said. “I’m twenty-five today.”
“Happy birthday, Pippa.”
Twenty-five. She was five years younger than him, but the way she said it made him realize there was a lot more to the story. She took a sip of her drink and he did the same, making small talk until they had finished. The band was playing “Despacito” and Pippa was swaying to the music.
“So, Pippa, what are we going to do?”
She tipped her head to the side. “I’m not sure what you mean. What are we going to do about what?”
“This night,” he said. He put his hand on her waist and drew her closer to him.
“I’m not sure,” she said softly.
Her breath smelled sweet like the prosecco, and her face was so close that his lips tingled. He remembered how soft and succulent they had been beneath his earlier.
“Well, I’m yours...for tonight,” he said out loud to remind himself that it was only for this night. “Tell me what it is you want me to do.”
She tipped her head back and their eyes met. Her lips parted and he felt her hand come to rest on his shoulder. “Show me a good time, cowboy.”
Once the auction was over and the winners collected their bachelors, it was as if all the tension left the room. Pippa felt freer than she’d felt since...well, ever. Her whole life she’d felt the burden of her inheritance and knew that she’d have to make the right choices when she became an adult. Her mother had coached her and told her to take her time. Not to marry young, as she had, because even though she loved her family she felt she’d missed out on so much of life.
Her father was a different story. Having married into the House of Hamilton fortune, he had wanted to do everything to make his own mark on the legacy jewelry company. But instead he’d always come up short. She knew this from a frank discussion two of her cousins had had with her when she’d turned twenty-one. She had been at that odd age where she was both an adult and also not yet allowed to take over her inheritance, which she couldn’t do until she was twenty-five. Her father had full power over many things including voting her shares and her position on the board.
“Another prosecco?” Diego asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“Uh, that, or champagne will do. I’m a sucker for anything sparkling,” she said. Now that she’d won the man she’d been eyeing around town for the past two years she had to admit that she didn’t know what to do with him.
Her life with Kinley and Penny had been quiet and sheltered. She knew all of Dora the Explorer’s little friends but really felt awkward with a man. That was sad. She aimed to fix that tonight.
He snagged two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and handed one to her. “To a glittering night.”
She clinked her glass to his and then took a sip. She loved the bubbles in champagne and how they felt on her tongue. She closed her eyes and let the sip stay in her mouth awhile before she swallowed. When she opened her eyes, Diego was watching her and the look in his eyes made her feel...well, not awkward anymore.
The DJ was playing a good mix of dance tunes and slower ballads, along with some standards that got the older generations up on the dance floor, but all Pippa could think about was that she was free. After staying hidden so long, and that being the focus of her every day. Hoping she wouldn’t be found before she could claim her inheritance...and now that fear was gone. She’d known her father had private detectives searching for her. And she’d been careful to keep the Hamilton-Hoff name hidden. Not that she couldn’t trust Kinley, but if she had to lie, that was her responsibility. Lying was her choice and not one she wanted to force her friends into. All she had to do was wait for her claim to be validated and then...her new life would begin.
“So do you dance?” he asked. Diego’s voice was low and smooth. She’d spent way too much time thinking about the way he said her name. He lingered on the last vowel as if he liked the way her name sounded on his lips.
“I do, but mostly with Penny, and that little imp pretty much just jumps around and strikes crazy poses. I’m sure you’re not going to want to see me do that,” she said.
“I wouldn’t rule it out, but maybe not in this venue,” he said with a wink. “My nephew is a big fan of lying on the floor and spinning around when the music is on.”
“Penny does that, too. I’m pretty sure that’s a classic toddler move,” she said.
“Can’t recall it from my own past, but I hope I had a little more style,” he said as the music changed and Justin Timberlake’s “Can’t Stop the Feeling!” came on. “Want to give it a try? See if you can control the urge to jump around and pose?”
She smiled and nodded. “This song is from the Trolls movie.”
She groaned internally. She didn’t even have a kid and yet kid stuff was all she could talk about. She’d turned into an old lady without even realizing it was happening.
“Please pretend you didn’t hear that,” she said. “Starting right now I’m going to be young and wild Pippa.”
“No arguments here,” he said, taking her hand and leading her onto the dance floor.
She’d expected him to let go of her hand, but he didn’t. Just held her as they swayed to the music. She didn’t have a hard time getting into it and remembered the last time she’d danced like this had been years ago when she’d gone to the winter formal at her boarding school before her mom had died and everything had changed.
After a period of grief, the board of the House of Hamilton had informed her father that he was no longer an official partner and would only be voting Pippa’s shares until she came of age at twenty-five. Her relationship with her father changed after that. And when she turned eighteen, he had become obsessed with who she would marry and determined that she should choose a distant cousin of his who was his protégé.
Unexpectedly she felt the sting of tears and she shook her head until she could shove the emotion back down. She twirled away from Diego, who looked as if he were going to ask a question, and continued dancing with her back to him until her emotions were under control.
So much of her journey had been fed by her mom’s death, but she was cool now. She was in control and she knew exactly what she was going to do.
The song ended.
“We’ve had a lot of requests for this song and I think it’s about time I played it. ‘Save a Horse’ by Big & Rich, so, ladies, grab your cowboy and enjoy,” he said.
She knew the song well as it was one of her favorites, but until tonight she hadn’t had a cowboy of her own. She did now. She took his hand. All around them on the dance floor, there was laughter that soon turned into close embraces and kisses. But Diego just smiled and kept his eyes on hers as she sang and danced with him.
The crazy surge of emotion she’d had earlier changed into something else as she realized just how long it had been since she’d let her hair down and just danced.
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