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“Oh, that's right.” She grins. She takes a long swig of her wine and sets it at the high-top where Bowie and Weston are standing.

Shocker, their conversation came to a stop the moment Tru and I started talking.

I take a step forward and put my hands on her waist, loving the little hitch in her breath when I do.

“Show me how to dance, Tru.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MOVES LIKE HENLEY

TRU

The minute Henley takes my hand, I know I would go with this man anywhere. His large hand engulfs mine and I’ve never felt so protected, yet so desired, when he walks out on the dance floor confidently and then manages to smoothly flip me around so my back is against his chest. For a second, I wonder if he needs to catch his breath like I do, but the next thing I know, he twists me around until I'm swinging out and then twirling backagainst his chest. He dips me back and we stare at each other, suspended. When he lifts me up, we share a smile.

Oh, game on.

“So, youdohave the moves,” I say.

“Hmm.” He grins, his eyes dancing.

He looks so dangerous right now.

We lose track of time as we move and it's not just a simple sway back and forth. It is steaming hot, sexydancing. Like he was made to do this.

I can't believe this guy plays football. Granted, I’ve never watched a game in my life, but he makes me want to start.

It's the most fun I’ve ever had dancing. I've never danced with a man who could keep up with me, so the most enjoyment I’ve had is dancing with friends in college or by myself in dance studios.This…I could get addicted to this.

We dance until it seems like we're the only ones left on the floor, and we still keep going. When the music slows down much later, he pulls me against his chest and rocks me back and forth.

“What do you think?” he asks. “What do I need to work on?”

“Not a single thing,” I tell him, and I mean it.

Sadie and Weston walk up then and stop in front of us.

“You guys look great out here,” Sadie says. “Oh my goodness, you need to show me how to dance like you. I've always wanted to be able to move like that, but never could.”

“You move just fine, Chapman,” Weston says, pulling her against his chest.

“I agree. You were great out here,” I tell her.

“Not like you guys were,” she sings. “Hey, girl, I think I'm gonna head out in a little bit. Are you ready pretty soon?”

Henley clears his throat. “I can take her.” He looks at me. “I can take you home if you’d like.”

I smile. “That'd be great. Is that okay, Sadie?”

“Sure!” She grins happily.

“What do you think, shall we dance a little longer? Or are you ready to go?” Henley asks after we've said bye to everyone.

“I’ve loved this so much, but I am exhausted,” I admit. “I’m not used to staying up this late.”

He laughs. “Neither am I. The guys talked me into coming out tonight against my protests. But damn, am I glad I did.”

“So am I.” I smile at him and we make our way toward the exit.

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