Chapter 21

The fifth and final course of the gala dinner had been served and finished. Lacey was thankful that the caterer had taste and common sense. The meal was fantastic – one of the best ones she’s ever had at a charity event.

Even her father had enjoyed the food.

Lacey probably would have enjoyed the food and the company more if Blake hadn’t been staring at her on and off during the meal. Granted, she stole a few glances at him, but surely she wasn’t looking at him like a hungry wolf - the way he was looking at her.

A six piece orchestra had begun to play. Lacey was willing with every fiber of her being for Will to ask her to dance so she could get out of Blake’s sight for a while.

After ten minutes of chatting, her father had asked her mother to dance. Her mother happily accepted.

Lacey looked at Will expectantly.

“I would ask you to dance, but I don’t know how to do . . . the type of dances that are done