“When?” Martin demanded. “You were like me, you’re stil like me—an old fool.”
“Phash.” Priscil a waved a hand at him. “Speak for yourself.”
“Nobody’d dance with you now,” Martin mumbled, turning back around.
“Sure they would,” Rachel said. “You know how, right, Priscil a?”
Priscil a wagged her head and made a face. “Of course I know how.”
“You’re taking this young lady out for a proper dinner, aren’t you?” Martin asked Cort, as if he was anxious to change the subject.
“Yes sir. A very nice dinner in fact.”
“Oh, I love dinner out.” Lily clasped her hands at her chest. “It’s so romantic.”
“Expensive’s what it is,” Priscil a muttered, loudly.
Martin jerked his head around. “Who asked you?”
“So you’re on your way?” Lily beamed.
“We are.” Cort’s hand slipped from Rachel’s, and slid around her waist. “But we can come by later, if you guys think you’l be up.”
“You don’t want to do that,” Mannie told him.
“We’l dance a little,” Cort said. “Would you like that?”
“That would be lovely!” Lily’s eyes glistened. “I’l have to get ready.”
Cort bit his lip. “How about you, Priscil a?”
She shrugged. “I suppose I could stay awake.”
“It’d be better than standing over there by that window,”
Martin said.
“I’l loan you Cort.” Rachel swung Cort’s hand in hers.
Priscil a stared at her.
Martin stood, unfolding himself with a groan. “I’l dance with you, if I can get these legs to move.”
“I suppose,” Priscil a shrugged, but Rachel caught the surprise on her face, softening the hard lines around the woman’s eyes and mouth. She was sure Priscil a was fighting a smile.
Beaming, Mannie linked her arm between Cort and Rachel. “Take pictures—a lot of pictures.”
Cort dug into the pocket of his black suit and lifted out a digital camera. “This is a good place to start.”
After Cort took the picture, Rachel hugged each one of her friends, pleased he had thought to share a portion of their night with the seniors. They said goodbye and headed back out to the limo, idling in the street. Music and laughter pumped out from the inside.
Cort’s warm hand slipped around hers. She was safe. Her heart was safe. His fingers slowly massaged hers as the two of them walked.
“Mm, that feels good.” She closed her eyes for a moment.
The warmth of his caress slid up her wrist, along her arm.
“That feels real y good.”
“So good that you’l do anything?” His soft whisper tickled her ear.
She opened her eyes. “Maybe.”
He stopped and drew her against him, holding her hands at his chest. His dark eyes glimmered in the moon’s light.
“Tel me my code name.”
Rachel grinned.
ABOUT the AUTHOR
Jennifer Laurens writes novels for young adults from the office of her Pleasant Grove, Utah home. She has six children.
Other Titles:
Fal ing for Romeo
Nailed
Heavenly
Penitence
Absolution
A Season of Eden
An Open Vein
Cort, the high school senior jock,
seems to have it al – except a job.
When he lands one doing women’s nails,
his eyes are opened to the catty,
back-stabbing world of females.
Girls he thought he knew and trusted
turn out to shock and use him.
He gets to know Rachel,
an elusive girl others gossip about, a girl with secrets.
From her he learns there is more to life than weekend partying and social status, and one of the secrets she shares with him wil change his life forever.
Jennifer Laurens, Magic Hands
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