“We’ll take you there sometime,” I said, and Jess smiled excitedly. She looked like she’d be right at home in a club, dancing under the neon lights. “I think you’d enjoy it.”

“I love going dancing,” she said. “I feel like I hit every club in Nashville during college.” She looked between us, eyes narrowing slightly as she thought. “Which one of you is the best dancer?”

She looked at Lucas and his expression was completely appalled.

“Me? You think it’s me?” he said, nervously rubbing his hand over the back of his head. “I can’t dance for shit.”

“Have you ever tried?” she said, and he vehemently shook his head again.

Manson was snickering at him. “Closest he’ll come to dancing is a mosh pit.”

“Pft, as if you’re any better,” Lucas said.

Manson innocently put up his hands. “I didn’t say I was better, trust me. I’m happy right there in the pit with you. Sorry, Jess, I’m no good either.”

“Aw, you’ve just never tried,” she said. “We’ll get you both on the dance floor when we go to Tris.”

Not if we went to Tris — when. I shot a quick glance at Jason, and as he returned the look, I knew he’d caught it too.

“What about you, Jason?” she said, and he gave her a cocky smirk after he’d sipped his drink.

“I’m the best dancer,” he said, and not a single one of us denied it. “And I actually enjoy it.”

Jess glanced at me next, and I quickly shook my head. “Nope, not me. I’m a musician, not a dancer.”

“Oh, a musician?” Jess leaned back in surprise. “Another hidden talent from you?”

“I’m full of them.” I gave her a wink as I got out of my seat. “Give me a minute.”

I went back inside and up to the attic, retrieving Miss Daisy from her case and bringing her outside. Jess’s mouth dropped open when I returned.

“Oh my God — is that fiddle?” she exclaimed.

“This is Miss Daisy,” I said, holding out the instrument so she could see it. “She’s been in the family awhile, as you can see…” I pointed to all the little drawings and stickers on the lower bout, including the simple daisies drawn on with a marker. “My sister, Mary, got ahold of it when we were kids and left her mark. I think it adds character.”

“I had no idea you could play,” she said.

“How else do you think I seduced this charming gentleman?” I said, motioning toward Jason as I sat down again. “I played him the song of my people and he simply couldn’t resist me.” Jason almost choked on his drink, sputtering as he tried to stop his laughter.

“The song of your people?” Jess arched an eyebrow at me. “And what would that be, exactly?”