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Chapter 19
“Good,thanks.You?”
“Ifeelmightyfine,MissSteele.”
Heissowaitingformetosaysomething.
“Frank.IneverfiguredyouforaSinatrafan.”
Heraiseshiseyebrowsatme,hislookspeculative.
“Eclectictaste,MissSteele,”hemurmurs,andhepacestowardmelikeapantheruntilhe’sstandinginfrontofme.Hisgazesointenseittakesmybreathaway.
Frankstartscrooning…anoldsong,oneofRay’sfavorites,“Witchcraft”Christianleisurelytraceshisfingertipsdownmycheek,andIfeelitallthewaydownthere.
“Dancewithme,”hemurmurs,hisvoicehusky.
Takingtheremoteoutofhispocket,heturnsupthevolumeandholdshishandouttome,hisgraygazefullofpromiseandlongingandhumor.Heistotallybeguiling,andI’mbewitched.Iplacemyhandinhis.Hegrinslazilydownatmeandpullsmeintohisembrace,hisarmcurlingaroundmywaist.
Iputmyfreehandonhisshoulderandgrinupathim,caughtinhisinfectious,playfulmood.Heswaysonce,thenwe’reoff.Boy,canhedance.Wecoverthefloor,fromthewindowtothekitchenandbackagain,whirlingandturningintimetothemusic.Andhemakesitsoeffortlessformetofollow.
Weglidearoundthediningtable,overtothepiano,andbackwardandforwardinfrontoftheglasswall,Seattletwinklingoutside,adarkandmagicalmuraltoourdance.Ican’thelpmycarefreelaugh.Hegrinsdownatmeasthesongcomestoaclose.
“There’snonicerwitchthanyou,”hemurmurs,thenkissesmesweetly.“Well,that’sbroughtsomecolortoyourcheeks,MissSteele.Thankyouforthedance.
