Page 59 of Cash

“Wait, wait.” Mollie looks up at me, eyebrows pinched together. “Are you?—”

“Dancing? Yes.”

She blinks. “I’m confused.”

“It’s simple. The band plays a song, and we dance to it.”

“Together?”

“That’s how the two-step works, yeah.”

She blinks again, cheeks flushing pink, and nods at Roddy. “I’d like to dance with him.”

Keeping my arm around her waist, I set my beer down on the edge of the stage. “You’re dancing with me.”

“What the hell, Cash?” Roddy says.

I offer him a tight smile. “Over my dead body, Roddy.”

“You’re rude,” Mollie says.

“Yep.” Grabbing Mollie’s beer, I set it down beside mine. “Watch the boots. I just cleaned them.”

She glances down at my feet. “Do you ever take Dad’s boots off?”

“Not if I can help it.” I grab her hand. Put my other hand on the small of her back, my pinkie meeting with bare skin thanks to her crop top. My pulse blares. The heat of her skin seeps into my own.

I can’t two-step with this girl and not lose my goddamn mind.

I also can’t leave her to the likes of Roddy Oldman.

Leaning in, I manage, “I’m doing you a favor. Once he starts drinking, he won’t stop pawing at you.”

She looks up at me, an uncertain—but not unhappy—gleam in her eyes. “Oh. Okay. Thanks, I guess?”

I really do almost lose my mind when Mollie puts her hand on my shoulder. I imagine that hand gliding up to myneck. She’d play with the hair at my nape, pulling me close. Her mouth an inch from mine, soft and hot and?—

Hellno. No-no-no. That fantasy isn’t going any further.

Tearing my gaze from Mollie’s lush mouth, I step forward at the same time she does, our bodies colliding. The heaviness gathering in my core pulses, a searing shock of heat ripping through me at the feel of her tits pressed against my chest.

“What are you doing?” She looks up at me.

I look down, clenching my teeth. Her skin glows in the red and yellow stage lights. “I’m leading. Let me.”

“No one leads a dance anymore?—”

“I do.” I search her eyes. “Let me.”

“Or what?”

“Or we’re gonna miss the rest of this song.”

She blinks. A funny expression comes over her face, like she wants to smile, but won’t let it happen. “Oh. Good point. Okay.”

I step forward again. This time, Mollie steps back. She’s half a beat too late on that step and the next one, but at least she’s letting me guide her, her gaze locked on our feet.

She steps on my toe and recoils, the hand she’s got on my shoulder fisting in my shirt. “Shit, sorry.”