"Awesome," Owen said. "I was trying to think up an excuse to get her to have sex with me on the tour bus. This played out perfectly." He glanced at Caitlyn when she gasped. "Did I just say that aloud?"
She laughed. "Unless I'm imagining things."
"I think she's onto me," he said to Kellen.
Kellen scratched his nose. "Since you tend to show all your cards, I'm not surprised."
"I don't show all my cards. I still have an ace or two up my sleeve. Did you know dancing with a woman is a great method of seduction? If you move to their liking, they subconsciously think you'll be compatible in bed."
"You made that up," Kellen said.
"Did I?" Owen took Caitlyn's hand in his and caught her gaze. As she stared into his eyes, her heart thudded faster and faster. Her palm became increasingly damp. "Caitlyn, may I have this dance?"
Her first instinct was to accept, but then the rattling of dishes in the diner's kitchen reminded her where she was.
"I'm not going to dance with you here," Caitlyn said in a loud whisper.
"Why not? We have music. I'll even download your favorite song if you'd like."
"This isn't the kind of place where you dance."
Owen looked at Kellen. "Name three places where I would never dance."
"Never?"
"Never."
Kellen shrugged. "Can't think of one."
"This is why he's my best friend. He always agrees with me."
"I didn't say it was normal."
Owen blocked his screen from view as he downloaded something to his phone. The waitress set two bottles of water and a glass of ice tea on the table. She smiled first at Owen and then at Kellen before blushing and rushing back toward the kitchen.
"Do you think she knows who we are?" Kellen asked.
"Did she rip off her shirt and ask you to sign her tits? No, she doesn't know. She just thinks you're hot."
Caitlyn reached for her tea, but before she could take a sip, Owen took her by the hand and pulled her from the booth.
"What are you doing?"
"Dancing."
From his phone, "The Chicken Dance Song" began to play. When Owen began to flap his arms and scratch and peck, Caitlyn gaped at him.
"Dance with me, Caitlyn."
She laughed-half mortified, half amused. "Oh my God, you are so embarrassing!"
"Dance, Caitlyn, or I'm following this with 'Play That Funky Music White Boy.' "
"You don't want him to go there, Caitlyn," Kellen said, opening his water and sipping it nonchalantly.
Every person in the restaurant was gawking, pointing, or laughing. And if Owen hadn't been so fucking cute, they probably would have called the cops on him for disorderly conduct.
"Dance, Caitlyn."
"I don't know how," she lied. She'd danced to this song as a child. Back when she'd known how to have fun.
He whirled her around and stepped up behind her, one hand on her belly and his groin pressed against her ass. She wasn't sure how he made The Chicken Dance sexy, but by God, she was completely turned on the instant he began to move with her. Especially when he made her shake her hips and rub up against him just right.
Her face was flushed with something other than embarrassment as she let loose and started to move.
"I thought you didn't know this dance," Owen said in her ear.
"I'm a fast learner."
Two young women in a booth several tables away climbed to their feet and joined in. It appeared that they'd had a few too many as they stumbled around more than they danced. When one of the girls spotted Kellen in the booth, looking amused rather than annoyed, she grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him to his feet.
"Come and dance with us," the tipsy girl said. "Come on. It's fun!"
"No, thanks." There was no room for argument in his tone, so with a scowl she released his wrist and settled for rubbing up against Owen from behind.
Owen laughed as he attempted to avoid hands not belonging to Caitlyn. "Three on one, no fair. Save me, Kellen."
"There isn't enough tequila in Mexico to make me dance The Chicken Dance in a diner at one o'clock in the morning."
Caitlyn turned to face Owen and wrapped both arms around his neck. She lifted an eyebrow at one of the eager young women behind him and the woman stepped back, tripping over her own feet. Her friend kept her from falling to the floor.
"Want to go party with us?" one of the girls asked Owen. "We love to party."
"Caitlyn's all the party I can handle right now," he said and kissed Caitlyn, as if to make his intentions clear.
She drew him closer, kissing him deeper, still sort of wiggling to the song. He squeezed her to stop her motion and tugged his mouth free. "Now that I have you loosened up," he said, "how about a slow song?"