Chapter one hundred and ninety-eight:

”Hey, taking a break?”
Becky looked up from the basket of mints in slight alarm. She had found a table and sat munching on mints in order to avoid more people and rest her tired body.

Zac was standing over her.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Sit with me, Zaccy.” She moved her feet off one of the chairs for him to sit.

The entire wedding party had moved from the church to Isaac’s parent’s backyard where there was room to spread out. A makeshift dance floor had been set up near a small stage where as jazz band was playing.  Everything looked beautiful and elegant, just the way Christy had wanted.

“So?” He said.

“So…”

He smiled, fighting with his tie. “God, this thing is driving me crazy! I can’t wait to get out of it!”

Becky leaned forward and adjusted his tie so it looked perfect again. “There. How come you hate it so much? It looks great on you…”

“I don’t know… it’s too formal for me. I like jeans.”
Becky smiled. “Okay. Well, I can sympathize. My shoes are killing me.”

“Really? That sucks because I was going to ask for a dance.”

Becky laughed. “I think I’m all danced out…”

“What? No way!” Zac cried. “You’ve danced with everyone but me! You danced with my dad, and with Luke… you even danced with Tay! You don’t have one dance left for me?” He pouted.

Becky giggled. “Okay, I have one dance left for you.”

“Great! Let’s go!” He pulled her to her feet.

She laughed. “Wait, my shoes!”

“No, leave them off.” He pulled her across the grass in her bare feet and stopped in the middle of the dance floor.

He pulled her close and lifted her up, so that she was standing on top of his feet.
Becky laughed. “Zac! You’re crazy! Let’s dance normally…”

“But you said your feet hurt, so let me do all the work, okay? Hold on!”

She tightened her arms around his neck and let him lead, but she couldn’t hold back a parade of giggles.

“Am I a better dancer than Tay?” Zac asked suddenly.

Becky smiled, “You’re a much best dancer!”

“Good, then I can do this.” He bent her backward in an awkward dip.

She burst out laughing again.

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Taylor was standing near the bar. He was partially fulfilling his “keep Mr. Camden away from the bar” duties and half enjoying a nice cold Corona.

He visually scanned the dance floor and noticed Jen dancing with Luke. Even though the band was playing a fast song, Luke had his arms around Jen and was making her laugh.

She looked so happy for the first time in months, just seeing her laugh brought a smile to Taylor’s lips.

“Ask her to dance.”

Taylor jumped and nearly spilled his beer. Taylor finally noticed his father next to him and could hide his pink cheeks fast enough. “Who?”

“Jenna.”

Tay rolled his eyes. “She’s back with Luke now, dad.”

“So? That doesn’t mean you can’t dance with her at your brother’s wedding.”

“Yeah, it does, Dad. There’s too much history there, you know?”

“So just because you have a crush on her means you’re forbidden to dance with her?”

“Who says-“

“Tay, come on. I think I know my own son well enough to tell.”

Taylor rolled his eyes.

“Alright.” Mr. Hanson laughed. “Just go. Humor your old man.”

“But I’m supposed to watch Christy’s dad and make sure-“

“I’ll take over. Go.”

Tay sighed. “Fine.” He put down his beer and set off to make an ass of himself, just as a slow song came on.

 

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