His dark-brown curls were artfully tousled tonight, fluttering in the breeze. In the shadows his deep-set eyes remained a mystery. His face was shaved smooth, highlighting his cheekbones and exposing the sharp cut of his jawline. There was a ticklish spot right under that jaw. She used to—

His gaze locked on to hers.

She couldn’t look away. They’d always been connected this way. If he was nearby she knew exactly where he was. There’d been times she’d thought of him and somehow knew he was thinking of her right then too. It was the same feeling she had with Seth—the twin thing.

But Aiden wasn’t her twin. Aiden wasn’t her anything.

The crowd broke out in applause. The music had ended. She jerked her gaze from Aiden as the band started a popular line-dance tune. Time for the wedding party to earn its keep.

Erik appeared at her side, extending his hand and a charming grin. “Wanna dance?”

“Sure.” Sophie took his hand and joined the growing throng on the makeshift dance floor. They did the energetic moves, side by side, exchanging laughter when he goofed up a move or hammed it up.

Minutes later the band segued into another crowd-pleaser, and the dancing continued. From the middle of the pack Sophie kept an eye out for trouble. Seth was dancing beside one of the bridesmaids, seemingly having a good time. Their dad was at a table with Sheila, watching the fun from the sidelines. During the fourth song she lost sight of Grant’s grandfather.

The song ended and the band struck up a slow tune.

Erik held out his hands. “Dance with me?”

She’d done her dancing duty, and she really should find Mr. Drury. But one glance at Erik’s puppy dog eyes and she acquiesced.

Erik’s hands settled at her waist as the bluesy ballad wove around them. Others had also coupled up, leaving the dance floor full.

“It was a nice wedding, wasn’t it?” Erik said. “Grant seems really happy.”

“He and Jenna are a good match. You were there when it happened, weren’t you? When they met?”

“I was.” Erik laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Just like that, he was gone. He didn’t get her number that night either, and he moped around until he finally found her on Facebook.”

Sophie had heard the story before. She watched the newlyweds swaying under the lights, gazing at each other as if there were no one else around. “Jenna was the same. She called me the next day and told me she’d met the man she was going to marry. And here I thought she was being fanciful.”

His eyes twinkled down at her. “Have you ever fallen for someone like that? Love at first sight or whatever?”

“Not—not that suddenly.”

“Me neither.”