“Don’t be ridiculous you are only 20.”
“I have an ID that says otherwise” Tony murmured as they settled themselves back at their stil empty table.
“Wel wel. Pot meet kettle.” Libby muttered more to herself than to Tony.
“Come on Lib. There is a difference. You are 16!
I wil be 21 this summer.”
“I’l be 17 in two weeks.” Now Libby was realy talking to herself as she felt the last of her pseudo-date buzz slip away.
“And is 17 old enough to make out with my somewhat skeazy cousin Frank?” Tony was whispering now but every word was laced with anger and disapproval.
So that was it. Tony felt he had to rescue little Libby McKay from his big bad wolf of a cousin. “He has a girlfriend. And how would Sam Tucker feel about you draping yourself around Frank?”
Again with Sam Tucker. For Pete’s sake they had been on three lousy dates, and shared one lousy kiss. Big emphasis on the LOUSY. “I did not make out with Frankie. We danced to two songs. Then I got warm so I decided to get a drink and sit down.” She didn’t add that sitting down had actualy been Tony’s idea. No point in reminding him of that. “And Sam Tucker wouldn’t have any reason to give a damn one way or another even if I left with Frankie.”
“Which you are NOT going to do!” Tony was so shocked by her words he knocked over the glass of champagne. Not that he realy wanted it—he had been more trying to make a point by ordering it.
“Which I am not going to do.” Libby agreed easily.
“Just like I did not make out with him.”
“He kissed you.” Tony hissed although more calmly since reason was now settling back into place in his brain.
“And why wouldn’t Sam care?”
“We aren’t a couple Tony. We went out a few times, but it was nothing. And Frank almost kissed me. I walked away but I guess you missed that part while you were busy rescuing me from myself. Not that any of that is your business. I have been kissed before. I am not a little girl.”
Sam wasn’t her boyfriend. Libby didn’t have a boyfriend. Wait who had she been kissing? “Who have you been kissing?”
“Again, not your business. But I do believe I kissed you earlier today.”
you earlier today.”
“And here I thought I was the one who kissed you.” And just like that things were okay again. Tony had seen red when he came looking for Libby and saw her so close to Frank that he doubted a piece of paper could have passed between them and he thought he saw them kiss.
But, he could have been wrong about that. And Libby was here now. And she wasn’t dating Sam Tucker. “I’m sorry Lib. I was… wel I had a weird moment but I’m better now.”
There it was her just-for-Libby smile. So she wasn’t angry anymore. “How did the photos go?” She tried to change topics.
Tony grinned. “They took forever! Al those moms and aunts and grandmas and great aunts and no one knew what was going on or who should stand where. It was a mess. Remind me, when the time comes, to elope!” For just a moment his last words hung in the air between them taking on a slightly different meaning then he had intended.
Wow. Did the air sizzle and snap! Leaning in, Tony touched her arm. “Dance with me Libby.”
When they danced Tony held her close. Not pressing against her the way Frankie had, but he gently tugged her into him and tucked her head under his chin.
“You smel like lavender.”
“It’s lotion. I have dry skin.”
Tony chuckled. Only Libby could make having dry skin sound so sexy. “You smel great. I love it. A few heartbeats passed before Tony spoke again. “Did I tel you Olivia’s colege roommate, Tara, pinched my ass during the photos?”
“What!” Libby laughed at the conversation change and puled back a little to look him in the eyes.
“She did! I felt like a piece of meat. It was disgusting.” A smile quirked at the edge of his mouth “and she is headed right for us.” Tony leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Let’s you and I pretend we are here together—on a real date.”
“What?” Libby breathed out the word even as her heart skipped.
“Please? It wil chase Tara away.” His breath was warm and moist on the shel of her ear.
“Kay” she turned to look at him, but his face was only an inch away from hers. He wasted no time in closing that distance. This was no gentle mistletoe kiss.
His lips molded firmly to hers. His tongue swept over lips and she opened, wiling him to deepen the kiss.
“Tonnyy!!” A high pitched, sugar sweet, sing-song voice invaded their moment. “I hope you are saving a dance for me.” The woman was a few years older than Tony and blond bombshel that filed out her bridesmaid dress like she had gotten it a size too smal—on purpose.