"This is silly," she hissed in his ear. "No one is ever going to believe that we're dating."

"Do you want them to stop setting you up with people like Tom Zarek or not?"

She shuddered. "You just became infinitely more attractive."

"You'll give a guy a big head."

"Laura! Dad!"

She leaned over to kiss her sister, his daughter-in-law, on the cheek. "Hey, hon. Where's Zak?"

"Over there arguing with his ex-wife and Lee."

Laura and Bill glanced over to where his sons and Kara stood. "Some things never change," Bill murmured.

"I have someone I want you to meet. His name is Jacob." Sandra's eyes scanned the crowd. Finally she spotted her target: a thin man with protruding teeth and a slightly crooked toupee.

"Some things never change, indeed," Laura said under her breath when Sandra was distracted by wildly gesturing for Jacob to join them. "I think it's time we put your plan A into action."

"It will work; trust me."

Sandra turned back to them. "Jacob's been attending ballroom dancing lessons. You should let him take you for a spin, Laura."

Jacob was now meandering his way across to them via the dance floor, swaying his hips all the while. Laura grimaced, and then let out an audible gasp when he started thrusting his pelvis suggestively in amongst a group of dancing women.

"Looks like he learned a thing or two at lessons," Bill deadpanned, making her snort.

"Be nice," Sandra admonished them both.

"I don't think—"

"Laura, give him a chance."

"She's already got a dance partner," Bill interrupted.

"Dad? What—"

Sandra never finished her question.

Laura was swept into Bill's arms.

Once on the dance floor, Bill leaned down and dropped a small kiss onto her cheek.

"What was that?"

"Start of Plan B."