“Tell her.” Davis says.
“Tell her what?”
He doesn’t reply, just shakes his head. He knows I know what he means.
We all watch the bull riders, which is followed by roping. Morgan loudly protests, but I quickly kiss her to shut her up before we get booed or asked to leave. And what was meant to be a quick kiss to distract her, turns into a deep kiss. I swipe my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she parts them, granting me access.
A clearing of a few throats has us stopping and pulling apart. Morgan licks her lips and looks up at me, pupils blown wide.
“Later, Princess.”
She frowns or at least tries; her lips tip up at the corners.
Eventually the day turns to dusk which has the bars opening the dance floors and turning the karaoke machine on. I try to avoid that bar because I just want to sit back andhave a beer, not listen to people sing off-key. But Morgan and Dani insist.
Brent excuses himself, using the excuse of Molly needing bed.
We all order some drinks, and find a high-top table, and watch as people get up and sing. Some aren’t terrible, others not so good, but it’s fun. Dani and Morgan even get up to dance to the off-key singing. Someone is singing Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again by The Angels. Which I can promise is being played at every bar, event, and nightclub across Australia tonight. The line we all wait for gets absolutely belted out by every person here: No way get fucked fuck off.
It’s almost un-Australian not to sing that one line.
Dani is a little more drunk than we thought, so when she comes back from her dancing/swaying, Miles drags her to bed as well. Leaving just me, Morgan, and the boys.
“That’s not fair. I was having fun dancing.”
“Beau will dance with you.” Davis says throwing Beau under the bus. Beau glares at him.
“Really?” Morgan asks, and before Beau can reply, I’m joining in with the bus throwing. “Of course! He’d love to.”
When Beau turns that glare towards me, I point to Morgan. “Look at that smile, be the reason it’s there.”
Beau groans and she ups the ante, pouting and putting on the best sad eyes I’ve seen other than Molly.
“Fine,” he says through gritted teeth, allowing Morgan to drag him to the dance floor. But he turns and shouts, “I’ll get you back.”
“Oh God, that was a bad idea, look at him.” Davis laughs.
I was focused on Morgan, but when I look towards Beau, I can’t help but join Davis.
Not only is the singing out of key, but so are Beau’s dance moves. I’m watching Morgan in awe. Just the way she’s dancing like no one is watching, singing along. Beau whispers something in Morgan’s ear, and she nods pushing him to go do whatever it is he told her he was going to do.
I then watch as some guy approaches her. She turns around, and the minute his hand is on her hip, I’m standing. She puts a hand up and takes a step back. I’m not sure what she’s saying, but the asshole isn’t listening, because he tries advancing on her.
I close the distance. Fast. “Back up.” I growl out as I get to her, running my hand over the small of her back and around to her hip. I pull her into my hold, holding her maybe a little too possessively.
The guy throws his hands up in surrender, and backs away saying he doesn’t want any trouble. And just as Morgan opens her mouth to say something, our names are getting called out.
“Next up we have Rhys Donovan and Morgan Elliot, singing That’s Why We Fight by Ella Langley.”
I catch a cocky Beau walking back over to Davis, who is full belly laughing and holding his phone. Well, I’m glad they're having fun and got a kick out of it, but I’m not doing it.
I turn and walk myself back to Beau and Davis. Beau meets me halfway. “Look at her smile, be the reason it’s there.”
The prick uses my own words against me, and when I turn around, Morgan is up on the stage taking the microphone. Beau is right, her smile is bright and infectious.
Fuck.I huff out a breath and turn back to walk to the stage. Looks like I am doing it.
I thought she’d hate something like this, but when the first notes of the song come on, she starts, “You know it pisses me off…”
