Before I can rethink my decision, Isaac holds out his hand. “Do you want to find your friends and let them know you’re leaving? I mean, assuming you’ve decided to leave with me. A non-killer.” He laughs at his own joke.
I take his hand and pull him away from the bar. I’ve already made up my mind about him.
I find Britt line dancing with a different cowboy than the one who first asked her to dance. I think, anyway. It’s hard to tell what they really look like with their cowboy hats on. I wave at her, and she ducks out of the dance and comes to my side. She has a sheen of sweat on her chest, and her cheeks are pink.
“What’s going on?” she asks breathlessly, glancing from me to Isaac with excited curiosity.
“I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving.” I clear my throat, my nervousness getting bigger by the second.
Britt evaluates Isaac. “Leaving leaving?” She asks me without looking my way.
She sticks her hand out to Isaac. “I’m Britt, Aubrey’s roommate.”
Isaac shakes her hand. “I’m Isaac. Non-killer.”
Britt makes a face, and looks at me with worried eyes. “Inside joke,” I explain. “We've established he's not a murderer.”
She nods and walks to Isaac’s other side. She lifts her face to his ear, and he bends down to listen. I watch him nod as she talks, then he says something to her. I can’t hear him, and I can’t read his lips, because he’s turned his head to look at her.
Britt points a playful warning finger at him while she walks around him and pulls me in for a hug. Isaac still has a hold of my hand. “Have fun tonight.” Her voice is a whisper in my ear.
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