Page 18 of Pallas & Kawehi

“Okay,” she looked at him and squared her shoulders, “It’s on.”

It killed him when she bent over to set the ball up for the next hole. She was so consumed with placing the ball in just the right spot that he had his work cut out for him not to stare.

It didn’t help that he really loved a woman with curves.

Almost as if to tease him, the speakers in the room started playing a new song.

“Queen.” He drew in a fortifying breath as the first line blared out of the speakers.

“…take me home tonight?”

If he hadn’t already been fighting off an erection, he might have had a hope of avoiding the crippling pain swelling behind his zipper. But he’d been half hard since he saw her and now, he wondered what the name was for the ache beyond being painfully erect.

Because that’s where he was.

KAWEHI

She hadn’t had that kind of fun in so long! It was almost worth losing.

Okay, it was worth losing.

But holy cow she still felt like she was walking on air after they’d turned in their golf clubs and walked out into the mall. “That was awesome!”

She felt his arm brush against hers and her heart skipped a beat.

No, it skipped a bunch of them. But it was all worth it.

Being with Dom made the air around her… electric.

“I know you said you were going to take me dancing, but there are so many other places we could go. You should save dancing for… way, way down the list.”

She heard him laugh and turned to look at him.

“What?”

“You’re acting like it’s a death sentence or something like that. It’s just dancing. You just have to sway or step to the music.”

She was trying, really trying to change his mind, but she knew that he wasn’t going to.

“Look, can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

He took her elbow and drew her toward the railing out of the way of people walking around the mall.

She leaned against the railing and tried to come up with a way to explain but not embarrass herself in front of him. “It’s not that I don’t like dancing, because I do. I just don’t like dancing in front of other people. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

God, it hurt to say it, but it was better now than later when he was trying to get her out onto the floor at a bar or something worse.

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“That doesn’t sound like me? What does that mean?”

“It means that I hear you saying the words, but it sounds like it came out of someone else’s throat. How long have you been thinking that your dancing would embarrass anyone?

“It’s just how it is.”

“Why do I get the feeling that’s what your… that your husband told you that.”