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Making the best of the worst, TJ concedes and attends the wedding of his ex. They parted as friends, the new man was too nice for words, and in a moment of weakness, spurred on by the friendly encouragement of the new fiancé, he says yes.
His heart isn’t broken, but it’s just not in it. Sitting at a table with mutual friends who are laughing and having a good time, TJ sees someone across the room, dancing with abandon. The man has moves to spare and their eyes meet. The dancing hottie tips his head, a little invitation coupled with a smile that TJ’s mirroring, much to his surprise.
TJ finds his feet and glides across the dance floor, his hips shaking a little to the beat of the music, his body getting into it. When he reaches the very attractive man, he smiles and says “Hi”. It’s kind of loud, but so is the music.
Hot Stuff says “hello” with the laziest drawl, Hot Stuff gives TJ his name, in an equally homespun, comforting, southern accent, “Landry Winfield, you must be TJ Hammond.” The man’s smile is both welcoming and beautiful.
“That’s correct. Nice to meet you Landry.” TJ grins as the song changes to something slow.