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Page 32 of Doctor Holliday

Her smile warmed him in the cold parking lot; snowflakes drifted slowly around them.

“I do, too.”

“I still want to dance with you.” He nipped at her lower lip before pressing his forehead to hers.

“I wanna feel your arms around me,” she agreed. “And I promise not to tell Ruby.”

“No, no. You have to tell her I can dance,” he argued.

Lucy slapped her hand playfully against his chest. “Well, first you have to show me that you can.”

Keaton unlocked the truck and pulled the door open. He had helped her into the cab of the truck at her house, parked in her driveway, where her daughter could possibly have been watching them. Here, there was no one around.

“Oh!” She laughed as he scooped her up, smoothing a hand over her sweet little bottom as he placed her in the passenger seat. “See? I do like your truck.”

Laughing with her, he swung the door closed and headed around to the driver’s side, ready to wrap his arms around Lucy Holliday and slow dance until dawn.

Chapter 15

Friday,December 15th

Lucy

“So, this could be a problem.”

Pressed close to Keaton, with his hands on her waist and her fingers linked at the back of his neck, she only whispered the words to him. They had been at Spade for well over an hour, on the dance floor most of that time, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Why is this going to be a problem?” He tipped his head to look at her, still holding her close, as if determined not to let her go.

“Well, it’s going to be awkward if Ruby asks me directly if you can dance.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” he asked with a smirk.

“Nope.” She licked her lips. “But if she wants me to show her how you dance…”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “This might look lame to a ten-year-old. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

Eyes locked, they continued to sway, to move around the floor, in tiny little steps, far more caught up in each other than their surroundings.

“Want me to break out some moves?”

“You mean bust a move?” She snorted.

“Want me to?”

“I actually think I like you where you are.” She arched her eyebrows, thrilled to be flirting with him, knowing that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

“You know what I think is going to be a problem?” His voice deepened with suggestion.

“What?”

“Waiting.”

Her mouth dry, she struggled to swallow.

“I guess we don’t have to wait,” she whispered.




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