Page 9 of My Promise To Keep

He dragged me to the edge of the dance floor and pulled my body to his once more, then started to move us to the music.

‘Jesus, munch, relax. This is more like moving a refrigerator than dancing.’

I laughed. I always laughed with him.

Stepping back, I shook my shoulders and hands, then stepped back to him and brought one hand up to his shoulder, the other to his bicep. Hmm… had they always been so defined?

His tight gray T-shirt was folded up a little on his arms, and I noticed the way the fabric stretched across the muscle.

‘Do you work out?’ I asked absentmindedly, and he smirked.

‘Was that a line? You hittin’ on me, munch?’

I stepped back, my eyes widening. ‘No, what, no I…’

‘I’m kidding.’ He pulled me back. ‘Yes, I do work out. I don’t go crazy, but I like to stay in shape. It helps when you spend all day hunched over designs and working on clients to keep your body strong.’

That made sense. I relaxed in his arms as he moved us onto the dance floor a little more until we were in the thick of it.

As the time passed, I danced with Leo, and I danced with Bree. Doug spent a little time with us until he met a woman he wanted to take home and left, and we drank — a lot.

‘I need food.’ I groaned over the music, and Leo nodded, then reached out to tap Bree’s arm and get her attention from the guy she was talking to.

‘Food.’ he shouted, and she nodded yes, joining us as we got our things together and headed for the door.

‘My head hurts.’ Breegroaned next to me, and I pulled a pillow over my head. I knew Leo had changed the sheets yesterday for us, but I could still smell him on them. Maybe he took a nap, or maybe his scent was just ingrained in the fabric. Whatever it was, it settled me.

‘Up and at ‘em, ladies, coffee’s hot.’

Bree and I looked up to see Leo poking his head around his bedroom door, and I whined.

‘How are you so perky?’

He stepped into the room, and I felt Bree tense next to me as I did the same. He was shirtless, in just a pair of shorts, and,Jesus Christ,did he look good. He didn’t look like Luke. Luke had dark auburn hair and bright blue eyes, whereas Leo was dark with olive-toned skin he got from his mother. Not that I ever met her, but I saw pictures. Dark hair with an irresistible wave that caught the light and the most ridiculously green eyes — and the tattoos,sweet lord, the tattoos covering his arms, chest, and back wereso… no, don’t even think it, Zoe.

‘I’m always perky.’ He winked,oh god. ‘Now come on, get up.’

He turned to leave the room, and Bree and I turned to look at each other.

‘Um, did he always look like that?’ she whispered.

‘Well, I mean, I don’t know. I guess I never really looked.’

‘He was always hot, but was he always so…’

‘Ripped?’ I breathed the word, and she giggled.

‘What are y’all gossiping about?’ he called out.

‘Never you mind. Fix my bacon,’ I called out quickly, afraid of him hearing us discussing him.

We climbed out of bed and straightened the linens, working together without a word.

‘Would you ever go there?’

‘With Leo?’ my voice was high, tight. ‘I… what… would you?’ Her question made me uncomfortable.

‘If you’d have asked me before, it would have been a hell fuckin’ no. Now, it’s a solid I don’t think I would,but…’

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