"What's this?" she teased as she came back to the table, hand on one hip. The slim pants she wore showed her figure to advantage. "You guys didn't get enough of each other during the week?"
"We ran into Greg and flagged him down." Dan pulled up another chair, placing it so her back would be to the door. "Have a seat. I'll buy you a drink." He flagged down the waitress and Diana ordered 7-Up and orange juice while the guys teased each other about their dancing talents. She finally made the mental connection with the pickup.
"Of course. That's your truck, Greg. I thought it looked familiar when I drove up."
"Good memory. I think you've only seen it once. The day you hired me," he added, raising his eyebrow.
"That's right," she smiled.
He grinned and raised his beer bottle to his lips, his gaze flickering over her shoulder to the doorway. His eyes widened and he almost choked on the last of the beer when a female voice from behind Diana said, "Well, Comm--"
Diana turned around as Greg jumped up and rushed around the table to grab the newcomer by the arm. "Kim. Let's dance." He quick-stepped her onto the dance floor.
"What was that all about?" Diana wondered. The rest of the woman's party chose a table across the room.
"I don't know, but they're sure having an intense conversation," Tom observed.
She looked over. The couple on the floor didn't seem to be doing much dancing. Greg's dark head was bent to the level of the woman he held close, but the tenseness in both bodies was evident. He seemed to be doing the talking. As they separated and turned away at the end of the song, Diana was nonplussed to see the look of what she interpreted as fear in the woman's eyes. Greg walked her back to the table with her friends and then returned to the table where he dropped into his chair.
"That was a little intense," Tom observed.
Greg tried to shrug it away with a grin but didn't quite pull it off. "Just someone from my past. She seemed to be a little sloshed, and doesn't hold her tongue when she is, so I wanted to alleviate any problem."
"Afraid she'll tell some deep, dark secrets?" Diana asked lightly.
He grinned again, but dropped his gaze to the table. "Of course not. I just prefer to keep my private life private." He raised his gaze to meet Diana's across the table from his and she read the challenge in it. She raised her eyebrows, expecting him to continue, but instead he leaned back in his chair, hooked his thumb in a belt loop and drained his beer.
A couple of minutes passed while she pondered what was going on with Greg. Something about him strongly attracted her, but after her husband's treatment she didn't like secrets. And something about Greg was very secretive.
It took a nudge from Tom to break her concentration. "Huh? What?" She blinked, looking from Greg to Tom's grinning visage.
"I asked if you wanted to dance," Dan repeated.
"Oh. Sure." They stepped onto the microscopic dance floor and Diana let her thoughts drift while moving to the rhythm of the music. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the woman Greg had commandeered earlier. The woman was watching Greg, leaning over every now and then to exchange whispers with her companions, then they would all turn to look at him.
Dan spun Diana back the other way and she was able to watch Greg covertly. He seemed perfectly relaxed. The cocktail waitress stopped by their table and he ordered something. She remembered him saying he didn't drink much but she was surprised when the waitress brought over a cup of coffee. He looked up to meet her gaze, and a knowing grin curled his lips. She felt her face flush as Dan spun her around again and then the music ended.
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