Page 97 of Dancing in the Rain

“Oh, yeah.”

“I’ve learned a thing or two from all the massages I’ve had from trainers. One thing is that all these muscles are connected.” He worked over her scalenes, dug his thumbs into her traps, and then used his fingertips on her pecs.

“Jesus Christ, that hurts!”

“Want me to stop?”

“No…”

He smiled. “You’re tight everywhere.” He kept working, finding knots and pressing on them to release them. “This would be even better with some massage oil. And you naked.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Shush.”

He bent down and brushed his lips over her neck. “I’m serious.”

Her muscles all tightened up again. “This might not have been a good idea.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not about to do you right here on the couch with Chloe upstairs.” He paused. “But I have missed you.”

“Drew.” She let out a soft sigh. “We can’t…”

“Yeah, I keep telling myself that.”

His touching her body, though, even through her thin shirt, had that awareness between them sizzling up again. He saw her peaked nipples as he massaged her shoulders, felt the change in her breathing when he slipped his fingers beneath the neckline of her shirt to dig into her pecs again…so close to those sweet, lush tits.

Then he set his hands on top of her shoulders and gave a squeeze. “There. I promised Chloe a half hour of videogames.”

“What? When she has homework?”

“I told her if she worked until eight-thirty, we could play for half an hour.”

“A bribe.”

“I’d rather call it an incentive. Or maybe a reward.”

She looked at him over her shoulder with a pursed-lip smile then pushed to stand, straightening her T-shirt. “Okay, fine.”

Chapter 21

“When are we moving to New York?”

Peyton’s head snapped around to look at Chloe, sitting at the kitchen counter, swinging her legs, playing with her bowl of cereal. “What?”

“Moving to New York. When?”

“I don’t know.”

“So wearemoving.”

Peyton didn’t answer. But when she looked up she caught Chloe rubbing the heel of her hand under her eye. Shit.

“That’s where I live, Chloe.”

“I know, I know!” Chloe jumped off the stool. “I’m done.”

She started toward the stairs, but Peyton called out, “Chloe.”

“What?”

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