After a few songs, her father walked over, smiling happily. He looked every inch the President tonight, and I was honoured to be in his presence; he truly was a brilliant man who would do well for the country.
“Do you mind if I cut in?” he asked. I resisted the urge to say no. I didn’t want to let go of her tonight. Well, that wasn’t strictly true, I didn’t want to let go of her ever, it wasn’t limited to tonight.
Anna shrugged. “Sure, if you want to dance with Ashton, then I’ll go get a drink or something,” she teased, making both me and her father laugh.
I stepped back as he held his hand out to her in invitation. She took a deep breath, seeming to steel herself before she stepped closer to him, placing one of her hands into his and the other onto his shoulder. I grinned proudly and made my way back to the table, sipping my water but not taking my eyes off her the whole time. Anna’s father looked like the proudest and happiest man on the planet as he paraded his daughter around the dance floor.
When the song was nearing completion, he bent and kissed her forehead. Surprisingly, she didn’t flinch away from him the way I had seen her do in the past. She detested all forms of affection or closeness with other people. Her father looked up and caught my eye, giving me a small nod. He had things to do tonight, and people to speak to no doubt, so their dance was probably limited to one because of that. I smiled and headed over to them.
I caught the end of their conversation. “I know this is going to be hard for you now with my new job, and I’m sorry. But I’m glad you have him. He’s a really good guy,” Senator Spencer told her quietly. I slowed my approach so that they could finish talking. I had a feeling that the ‘him’ was me.
“It’s fine, Dad, honestly. I’m really proud of you,” Anna replied.
Her father beamed down at her. “Thank you, Annabelle. That means a lot to me,” he answered. I couldn’t put it off any longer. I stepped to her side, and she instantly melted against me. I smiled and wrapped my arm around her waist affectionately. Her father smiled at me before looking back at his daughter. “I won’t see you again tomorrow because your mom and I are heading out early to catch a flight to New York, so make sure you say bye to your old man before you leave tonight, huh?” She smiled and nodded in agreement. “Thank you for the dance,” he said happily.
Anna laughed. “Anytime, Mr President.”
He grinned. “That’s going to take some getting used to,” he stated, shaking his head, looking a little bemused. He turned to me and held out his hand, smiling warmly. “Look after my little girl,” he pleaded.
He really didn’t need to ask me that, I would look after Anna forever if she’d let me. “Of course, sir,” I promised, nodding and tightening my other arm around her waist as I shook his hand. As soon as her dad left, I pulled her into another dance, eager to have her in my arms again. My mouth was itching to be on hers. She looked exquisite tonight; she was so beautiful that it honestly hurt to look at her. I couldn’t seem to get close enough to her. “I don’t suppose I can kiss you in front of your parents,” I whispered, already knowing the answer was no.
She shook her head and winced. “I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of it.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I admitted, trying not to show her how disappointed I was that I couldn’t kiss her soft lips. As her eyes drifted over my shoulder, her whole posture changed. She stiffened, her hand tightened on my shoulder, her nails dug into the back of my hand that she was holding as we danced. My body tensed too in response, but I had no idea what, or who, had caused her reaction. Just as I was about to turn and look, she twisted my body and ducked her head so that she was hidden from view. Whoever she was looking at, she obviously didn’t want them to see her.
“Holy shit, Jack’s family are here,” she whispered.
My eyes widened in surprise. No doubt, she was going to have a full scale meltdown now, just like last time she’d seen Jack’s mother. My arm tightened on her as she pressed her body closer to mine, peeking over my shoulder. “They are? You want to leave?”
She gulped but didn’t answer. Slowly, her hand loosened on mine and her shoulders lost the tenseness to them. “Actually, I’m alright,” she replied, seeming a little shocked about it herself. I looked down at her, stunned. Her eyes told me that she was telling the truth, she really was okay at being confronted by Jack’s family. Is she finally getting over him? Is she finally ready to move on? I wondered.
“Yeah?” I asked, watching closely to see if her mask slipped.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Actually, I want to go say hi,” she added, as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Pride swelled inside me. I actually wanted to jump up and down in celebration, doing my victory dance because she was clearly making some progress with her grief.
She pulled out of my arms and sidestepped me, walking confidently over to a table at the back of the room. I followed behind her with my heart still slamming in my chest. “Hi, I didn’t realise you guys were here, otherwise I would have come over sooner,” Anna said, smiling happily at them as we got to their table.
I glanced around the table quickly, taking them all in. When my eyes landed on the blond guy, I felt sick. It was Michael, Jack’s brother. Last time she’d lost control because he looked so much like his brother. Maybe she hadn’t seen him yet? I flicked my eyes over to Dean, seeing that he was watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. He was clearly expecting her to freak out at any second too.