“You also stole my meet-cute.” I hold up a finger. “The coffee.” I hold up another finger. “The ladder.” I hold up a third finger. “And falling over the books.”

He grins.

I remember him sitting in the tree with me—kissing me.

“And…” I poke him in the chest. “You stole my first kiss.”

He looks at me in surprise, then chokes back a laugh. “When we were fifteen? You kissed me! I didn’t steal anything. You practically attacked me.”

A heated flush washes over me. He has a point, but…

“I thought you were Gavin. My soul mate.”

The laughter fades from his eyes and his mouth turns down. He takes a step toward me and there’s a look in his eyes that I don’t like.

I glance over my shoulder back toward Gavin. He’s eating a pile of Miss Erma’s oatmeal raisin cookies, chatting with Juliet at the wine table. Will clears his throat. I look back, surprised to find him so close.

His bottom lip curls into a wicked smile and I realize why his look made me nervous. It’s predatory.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Stealing your first dance.”

Then he takes me in his arms and spins me into the circle of dancing couples. He spins me away from him and then back to him again. Gavin’s watching us. So are the ladies at the dessert table. Gavin smiles. Will pulls me closer.

“Eyes on me,” he says.

“I’d rather not.”

Will laughs and then bends me backwards in a fast dip. I gasp and he pulls me back up. He pulls me close, our lips almost touch, but he spins me in another circle and leads us through the dancing couples.

My friend Chloe and her husband Nick are dancing. Chloe sees Will and me together and her eyes widen. Veronica is nearby, and when she sees us dancing, she does a double-take then steers her husband the other way.

In fact, it looks like the whole town is watching us dance. Our mutual antipathy has never been a secret.

“Everyone’s watching,” he says, mirroring my thoughts.

“It’s like they smell blood,” I say.

He gives me a toothy grin and twirls me again.

It’s true. Our dance is more a battle than not. I pull away, he spins me back. I push, he catches. I fall back, he pulls me up. He spins us until the lights and the people are blur and all I can do is focus on him.

“Smile,” he says. “You’re supposed to smile when you dance.”

“Screw off,” I say and I bare my teeth at him.

He chuckles deeply and it sends vibrations down low into my abdomen.