Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

as long I shut up about it.
Maybe this is my future. The one way I get to keep Liv. How many
husbands will be as understanding?
“That’s enough, you two,” Broderick snaps.
Thunder rolls across the sky, and I swear I can feel it vibrate through the
room as Callum drops me to my feet. He laughs, because everyone’s heads
are twisting around, trying to see what the hell we’re doing.
“All right!” the dance teacher claps. “That’s enough for today! Practice at
home this weekend. Chin up.” She tilts her chin up, demonstrating. “Watch
your footwork and feel free to join my group class this Sunday afternoon for
a little extra practice!”
Everyone heads for their gear and to change back into their shoes, and
Callum pulls me back into him, hugging my back. “I want to see you really
dance now.”
I shove his hands away, spinning around and walking backward for the
chairs. “All you do is talk.”
His eyebrow arches up, and I catch a smile before I spin around and get
my gear.
I don’t change my clothes, simply slipping on my shoes and taking my
bag before we jet down the stairs and out the door. We step onto the deserted
sidewalk, wind kicking up debris and the palms on the trees flapping. My hair
flies around me, and he tosses me a look over the hood of his car. I should
take my own ride, but… It doesn’t get old. Fucking with her head. Forcing
her hand. I climb in, tossing my duffel onto the floor.
Amy and a couple other girls pile into the back, giggling as the wind
whips under their skirts, and Callum fires up the engine as Amy passes me a
flask from the back seat.
I hesitate, feeling Callum’s eyes on me. Alcohol has a way of making you
do shit you wouldn’t normally do, and I should keep a clear head around him.
But my head has never been clear. Ever. Screw it. I close my eyes, tears I
didn’t realize were there gathering at the corners as I tip the flask back and
swallow a mouthful. Then another. And one more.
“Hey!” Amy laughs, tapping my shoulder. “Save some for me.”
“Let’s go!” Callum calls out, shifting the car into gear, and laughter fills
the back seat as he speeds off.
Where the hell is Krisjen? Meet you at lighthouse? I text her. I should
give her a verbal kick in the ass for doing my job and bringing Liv to the