Dancing with Danger

Chp. 16 Beach Dancing

After showering, and dressing in short shorts, and sea green tank top over my favorite bikini. I curled my hair and slipped on my flip flops before doing my makeup. I grabbed my phone and my beach bag before heading for the door. Clapton was lying on the couch tossing the keys into the air and catching them. He tossed the keys up and watched me as I came down the stairs. I almost peed when the keys hit his face.

"Come on, Clapsy, you can drive," I said straightening up. He rubbed his face as he stood. He was wearing swim trunks and a soft white-short sleeve button up shirt. That was unbuttoned. He was shirtless underneath. I almost died.

"I thought I told you not to call me that," he said and grabbed his beach towel as headed for the door. I followed him with a smirk. We got into my car and rolled the windows down and turned on the radio. I propped my feet up as he pulled out and started to drive off.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on between you and Joanna?" He asked turning down the music. I ran a hand over my smooth leg.

"Not really," I muttered. He glanced at me before sighing.

"What about Matt?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Ancient history, I'd rather not dig up," I said and turned up the music as Florence and the Machine's Dog Days came on. I began singing to the chorus and Clapton turned it off.

"Hillary, I thought we were closer then this," he said softly like I'd stabbed him or something. I ran a hand through my hair.

"We are..." I said and trailed off. "It's just a long story and I don't think you'll want to hear it."

"What makes you think that?" He asked taking a glance at me. I hesitated.

"I'll tell you later," I said and turned to the window promptly ending the discussion. About ten minutes later we got to the beach. I didn't say anything to Clapton as I got out the car. We walked up to the beach in silence.

Finally I said something, "Hey, tomorrow we need to make calls and stuff about the day camp."

"What time do I need to get up?" he asked with a small grin.

"Not early, maybe ten," I said. He rolled his eyes. I waltzed up the boardwalk steps and down onto the beach where I could see a small group of people. As we made our way over I took off my top so I was in my green bikini top.

It was a nice setup with tables covered in food, a DJ behind a board playing music through the speakers set up around the small area set up. Every advanced dancer from the all competitions I've ever been too were there. I know most of them. As Clapton and I walked through the crowd I stopped to say hi and introduce them to Clapton. Soon we ran into Matt who was holding a red cup and big smile.

"Hilly!" He said. "You look good."

"Thanks," I said smiling.

"Do you want a drink?" He said gesturing to a table with his cup. Then he seemed to notice Clapton behind me. "Do either of you?"

"Sure," we said together. We looked at each other.

"Are you guys twins or something?" Matt asked chuckling.

"No," we both said together. Matt laughed again.

"You guys are killer," he said. My heart melted a little when his eyes landed on me. He turned and walked away and we followed him.

"Stop that," Clapton and I hissed at each other. He grinned as I rolled my eyes and followed Matt. Once I caught up with him he had a cup with my name written on it.