Page 46 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“What makes you say that?” He turns back to face me.

But it’s my turn to look away. “Because if he can cheat and move on that fast, I never mattered to him.”

“At least you weren’t engaged to him.”

“But I wanted to be,” I admit, hoping it makes him feel better about his own past mistake.

“Then it’s a good thing you found out before it happened.”

I sigh heavily before finishing my drink.

“Let’s dance.” He cocks his head toward the dance floor.

The energy of the room is more relaxed as the night unfolds; people sway to the beat of the music, holding their drinks under the flickering neon lights. There’s a group of people in one corner of the dance floor who are cheering on a guy as he shows off some freestyle moves. In another section, a couple dances alone. The DJ is perched higher than the crowd, illuminated under the lights, the atmosphere in the room is captivating and my hips move on their own. I love what’s currently playing. “Do you know how to dance?”

“Yes.”

I eye him critically with a smirk.

“My gram taught me.”

I smile. “Well, at least one of us had lessons.”

I’m not a great dancer, but I have fun trying. As if he can read my apprehension, he says, “I can teach you.”

I bring the glass to my lips and tip the rest of the drink down my throat.

He copies and then holds out his arm. Linking my arm through his, we walk to the dance floor.

The music changes to “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran.

We join the small crowd in the middle, and I turn to face him. Our chests collide. My hand goes to his shoulders, and his handssettle on my lower back. We sway to the beat. He moves one of his hands to peel my hand off his shoulder, causing me to frown in confusion. What’s he doing?

“Have you ever spun before?”

“No.” I smile, knowing I’ve always wanted a guy to do that with me.

“Follow my lead.”

“Just don’t drop me.”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “I’d never let you down.”

My eyes ping-pong between his as my throat constricts. He gently pushes me out, and I spin, laughing when he catches me easily.

His touch, our connection, it’s all effortless.

“That was fun.”

“Again?”

“Again,” I say with a giddy grin.

He does it again before we return to our easy side swaying. Our bodies flush together. Hearts beating as one.

The song ends and another one begins, neither of us wants it to end, so we don’t stop dancing and laughing through multiple songs.

“I had no idea you’d be this good. You’re full of surprises, Mr. Lincoln.”

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